First Line: Ho, reapers in the whitened harvest,

Ho, reapers in the whitened harvest !
Oft feeble, faint, and few ;
Come, wait upon the blessed Master,
Our strength He will renew.

For they that wait upon the Lord . . . shall
renew their strength : . . they shall mount up
with wings, . . . they shall mount up with
wings as eagles : they shall run . . . and not be
wea - - ry ; they shall walk and not faint ; . . .
i hey shall run . . . and not be wea - - ry ; they
shall walk and not faint ; . . . they shall run and
not be weary ; shall walk and not faint.

2 Too oft aweary and discouraged,
We pour a sad complaint ;
Believing in a living Saviour,
Why should we ever faint ?

3 Rejoice ! for He is with us alway,
Lo, even to the end ! [ward —
Look up ! take courage and go for-
All needed grace He'll send !