Up, away to the harvest field

Gather in the golden yield

Gird your armor and faithful be

For the Master calleth thee.



Refrain:

Thrust your sickle in, the harvest time is here

Labor with your might, the judgment day is near

Thrust your sickle in, the grain is falling fast

Haste, ere harvest time is past.



Always take with you faith's bright shield

And your sickle bravely wield

Stand against cunning foes you see

For the Master calleth thee.



Keep uplifted the word of truth

Spreading light to hopeful youth

Bowed to Him must be every knee

For the Master calleth thee.



Take with you holy peace and love

Lift despairing souls above

Toil to make sinful mortals free

For the Master calleth thee...