Hark the voice of Jesus say

Fields are white, harvest waiting

But the lab’rers are so few

Art thou prepared for the work

The sower went forth sowing

Fields are white, harvest waiting

The harvester with sickle

Came and bear the sheaves away.

The saviour is now calling

Calling upon the lab’urers

Put my armour upon thee

And prepare to do the work

The time is running fastly

The day of harvest is nigh

The harvest is ready

To carry sheaves to the barn

Ten virgins were appointed

Five of them were not prepared

Five of them are now ready

To enter with our saviour

Make use of thy talents now

Do the work given to thee

Press thou on with longsuffering

Thou shall have victorious crown.

Hear the call of the Master

Come to Him as He calls thee

Do not wait until ‘morrow

The salvation day is nigh

The voice that is calling now

May stop from calling again

Make good resolution

To receive thy glorious crown

O Lord Jesus my Saviour

With joy i will do thy work

Give thy gift of tongue to me

Thy messages fearless give

Then my soul shall be of rest

And shall sing the song of praise

To whom glory and honours

Due for ever and ever. Amen