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