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?
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.
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.
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.