Hymn 729
Ho, reapers in the whitened harvest
1
Ho, reapers in the whitened harvest
oft, feeble, faint, and few:
Come, wait upon the blessed master,
Our strength he will renew.
CHORUS
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 weary
They shall walk and not faint;
They shall run and not be weary
They shall walk and not faint;
They shall run and not be weary
Shall walk and not faint.
2
Too oft a weary and discouraged,
We pour a sad complaint;
Believing in a living Saviour,
Why should we ever faint?
3
Rejoice! For he is with us always,
Lo, even to the end!
Look up! Take courage and go forward
All needed grace He’ll send!