Out Where The Reapers Are Toiling

Out where the reapers are toiling

Out where they earnestly call,

Let us away in the morning,

There is a work for us all;

Lifting the vines that are drooping,

Trying their bloom to renew,

Bathing their leaves in a fountain

Purer and sweeter than dew.

Refrain

Out where the reapers are toiling,

Out where they earnestly call,

Let us away, away in the morning,

There is a work for us all.

Out where the gleaners are toiling,

Patiently, cheerfully still,

If we are willing to labor,

Here is a place we can fill;

Speaking a word to the weary,

Helping the weak ones along,

Shedding bright sunshine around them,

Cheering their hearts with a song.

Refrain

Out where the sheaves they are binding,

Sheaves for the garner above,

Go in the Name of the Master,

Go in the spirit of love;

Hark! He is tenderly saying,

"Work in My vineyard today";

Haste, for the summer is waning,

Harvest is passing away.

Refrain