Earth, O Lord, Is One Wide Field, The

The earth, O Lord, is one wide field

Of all Thy chosen seed;

The crop prepared its fruit to yield;

The laborers are few indeed.

We therefore come before Thee now

With fasting, and with prayer,

Beseeching of Thy love that Thou

Wouldst send more laborers there.

Not for our land alone we pray,

Though that above the rest;

The realms and islands far away,

O let them all be blest.

Endue the bishops of Thy flock

With wisdom and with grace,

Against false doctrine, like a rock,

To set the heart and face.

To all Thy priests Thy truth reveal,

And make Thy judgments clear;

Make Thou Thy deacons full of zeal,

And humble, and sincere.

And give their flocks a lowly mind

To hear and to obey;

That each and all may mercy find

At Thine appearing day.