Hymn 242 |

Hymn 242

From The Christian Science Hymnal, 1932 edition


O, still in accents sweet and strong
Sounds forth the ancient word:
More reapers for white harvest fields,
More laborers for the Lord.

We hear the call; no more in dreams
And selfish ease we lie,
But girded for our Father’s work,
Go forth beneath His sky.

O Thou whose call our hearts hath stirred,
To do Thy will we come,
Thrust in our sickles at Thy word,
And bear our harvest home




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