First Line: Lift up your eyes to the fields that are whitening ,

Lift up your eyes to the fields that are whitening ;
Hark ! 'tis the voice of the Master and Lord :
See ! on each side there is work for the reaper,
Sheaves that are golden shall be the reward.

Are you a reaper ? Are you a reaper ?
Gath . . . ering fruit . . . unto life evermore ?
Lift up your eyes, for the harvest is ready ;
Hasten, oh hasten to gather your store I

2 Look on the fields how the harvest is wasting,
Waiting for reapers to garner it in !
He that is faithful receiveth his wages ;
Joy everlasting the reaper shall win.

3 Souls that are ready to enter the kingdom,
Wait for the glad invitation today :
Go ye and tell, is the word of the Master----
Servant of Jesus, oh hear, and obey !

4 Reap for His glory in fields that are nearest,
Look all abroad, for the harvest is white ;
O'er the wide earth are the sheaves to be garnered----
Hasten, O reaper, fast cometh the night !