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At Harvest Time

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Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Sep 21, 1915

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 42, No. 37.

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At Harvest Time

By E. J. Urquhart

By E. J. URQUHART
“The fields are white to harvest,” I hear the Master say. “Why stand ye all day idle? Go forth and work to-day.”
“Go forth unto the harvest. The eleventh hour has come; And soon, with sheaves all gathered, The harvest will be home.”
“Go forth unto the harvest Before the shadows fall, Before the storm’s wild fury Casts darkness over all.”
“O, see! The storm is breaking! Perceive the setting sun, While in the world’s broad acres The harvest waits—undone!”
“Go forth, then, to the harvest, Where sin its captives claims. Tell them of Christ, the Saviour. His liberty proclaim.”
All tender and entreating, I hear the Master say: “Why stand ye all day idle? Go forth and work to-day.”