We wander through this land of ours
and see the fields of soul.
They shimmer like a sky of stars,
a harvest plentiful.
They shimmer like a sky of stars,
a harvest plentiful.

The fields are choked with grass and weeds
for few folk work the soil
And fewer still get hold of ears
and bless them by their toil.
And fewer still get hold of ears
and bless them by their toil.

We are no different in this day
than those in days gone by.
God’s people surely know the way
and know His Day is nigh.
God’s people surely know the way
and know His Day is nigh.

So pray the Lord to raise us up
for work in all his fields,
telling of how our God would sup
with everyone who yields.
Telling of how our God would sup
with everyone who yields.

Now go! He stands and toils with you
as you work soil and soul.
Though fellow workers may be few,
keep working your furrow.
Though fellow workers may be few,
keep working your furrow.