1 White already, the fields that wait,
Why should you tarry longer?
Come, O come for the hours grow late,
Ne’er will your arms be stronger.
Refrain:
White, so white, see the harvest field,
White already for reaping;
Lo, that precious and plenteous yield
Given into your keeping.
2 White already, for sun and rain,
Given to overflowing,
Pour their treasure, and not in vain,
See where the grain is growing. [Refrain]
3 White already, but where are those
Waiting with purpose steady?
Where the reapers, whose fervor glows,
Answering—“we” are ready? [Refrain]
Source: Hymns of the Kingdom: for use in religious meetings #87