Poems (Coolidge)/Missionary Hymn
MISSIONARY HYMN
The fields are ripe for harvest But laborers are few; We may not stand as idlers While God hath work to do. Where have we gleaned to-day, Lord, What have we done for Thee, Who wast for our salvation Nailed to the shameful tree?
The fields are ripe for harvest! O Lord! our faith renew, And buckle on the armor Of soldiers, steadfast, true; May we be nothing daunted, But "go forth" in thy name. The gospel of salvation To thy lost sheep proclaim.
The fields are ripe for harvest! May we ne'er go astray, But guide the blind and fallen Into "the narrow way"; So, in the last great Harvest, Full-ripened sheaves we'll bring, That we may fill the garner Of Christ, our Lord and King.