In the harvest field now ripened
There's a work for all to do;
Hark! the Master's voice is calling,
To the harvest calling you.
Does the place you're called to labor
Seem so small and little known?
It is great if God is in it,
And He'll not forget His own.
Little is much when God is in it!
Labor not for wealth or fame;
There's a crown, and you can win it,
If you go in Jesus' name.
When the conflict here is ended
And our race on earth is run,
He will say, if we are faithful,
Welcome home, My child—well done!
In the mad rush of the broad way,
In the hurry and the strife,
Tell of Jesus' love and mercy,
Give to them the Word of Life.
Are you laid aside from service,
Body worn from toil and care?
You can still be in the battle,
In the sacred place of prayer.

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