1. The harvest fields are bending
With precious ripened grain;
More reapers now are needed,
Ere Christ comes back again.

R: Harvest time! Harvest time!
Precious Gospel seed is sown.
Reapers go! Reapers go!
Jesus, King, must have His own, His loved ones;
Soon He’ll come! Soon He’ll come!
Come and catch away His Bride, His own!
His own! His own!

2. The call must now be heeded,
We cannot say Him nay;
Since He has died to save them,
We must go forth today.

3. We’ll come again rejoicing,
A reaper’s crown to gain;
The Harvest Home is coming,
When Christ comes back again.