Ho! reapers of life's harvest

Ho! reapers of life's harvest,Why stand with rusty blade,Until the night draws round thee,And day begins to fade?Why stand ye idle, waitingFor reapers more to come?The golden morn is passing,Why sit ye idle, dumb?

Thrust in your sharpened sickle,And gather in the grain;The night is fast approaching,And soon will come again.The Master calls for reapers,And shall he call in vain?Shall sheaves lie there ungathered,And waste upon the plain?

Come down from hill and mountain,In morning's ruddy glow,Nor wait until the dialPoints to the noon below;And come with the strong sinew,Nor faint in heat or cold;And pause not till the eveningDraws round its wealth of gold.

Mount up the hights of wisdom,And crush each error low;Keep back no words of knowledgeThat human hearts should know.Be faithful to thy mission,In service of thy Lord,And soon a golden chapletWill be thy rich reward.