The harvest fields are bending
With precious ripened grain;
More reapers now are needed,
Ere Christ comes back again.
Refrain
Harvest time! Harvest time!
Precious Gospel seed is sown.
Reapers go! Reapers go!
Jesus, King, must have His own, His loved ones;
Soon He’ll come! Soon He’ll come!
Come and catch away His Bride, His own!
His own! His own!
The call must now be heeded,
We cannot say Him nay;
Since He has died to save them,
We must go forth today.
Refrain
We’ll come again rejoicing,
A reaper’s crown to gain;
The Harvest Home is coming,
When Christ comes back again.
Refrain