Melodious Sonnets ‎#71

71. Behold the Fields are White

1 Look up! behold, the fields are white;
The harvest time is near;
The summons of the Master falls
Upon the reaper’s ear;
Go forth into the golden grain,
And bind the precious sheaves,
And garner for the Lord of Hosts
The harvest which he gives.

Refrain:
Look up! look up! behold, the fields are white,
The harvest time is near,
The harvest time is near;
Look up! look up! behold, the fields are white,
Look up! behold, the fields are white,
The harvest time is near.

2 Look up! behold, the fields are white;
The laborers are few;
The gath’ring of the harvest must
By grace depend on you;
Go forth throughout the busy world,
The world of want and sin,
And gather for the Lord of Hosts
Its dying millions in. [Refrain]

3 Look up! behold, the fields are white;
The Master soon shall come,
And carry with rejoicing heart
His gathered trophies home;
And can you stand with empty arms,
While gladly he receives
From others in the harvest field
A load of precious sheaves. [Refrain]

Text Information

• First Line: Look up! behold, the fields are white
• Title: Behold the Fields are White
• Author: Rev. M. Lowrie Hofford
• Refrain First Line: Look up! look up! behold, the fields are white
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1885

Tune Information

• Name: [Look up! behold, the fields are white]
• Composer: Jno. R. Sweney