THE WORLD'S HARVEST by Mrs. E. C. Ellsworth

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Nov 25, 1903

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 29, No. 47.

THE WORLD'S HARVEST.

By Mrs. E. C. Ellsworth

Servants of Jesus, the day is at hand, Fields for our labor invitingly stand; Mark ye the signals, they widely diffuse Tokens of the coming harvest; joyful the news.

Work is abundant, the promise is great, Few are the reapers, in sadness they wait; Patiently toiling, yet daily they cry, Pray ye that our Lord and Master, reapers supply.

Men who are faithful are fainting to-day, Worn with their labors, they fall by the way; Fill ye the ranks, and with heart and with hand Gather in the blessed harvest, Christ gives command,

Hasten the time when the reapers shall sing, And with rejoicing, their sheaves homeward bring; Saints with the angels together shall meet; Glorious and blessed meeting ’round Jesus’ feet.

Pray for help, Christian, pray, pray, pray, Yes, pray for help in the fields white to-day; Gather the sheaves, bring the world’s harvest home, Glorious and blessed harvest, come, Saviour, come.

—Mrs. E. C. Ellsworth.