From The Christian Science Hymnal, 1932 edition
Word of Life, most pure, most strong,
Lo, for thee the nations long;
Spread, till from its dreary night
All the world awakes to light.
Lo, the ripening fields we see,
Mighty shall the harvest be;
But the reapers still are few,
Great the work they have to do.
Lord of harvest, let there be
Joy and strength to work for Thee,
Till the nations far and near
See Thy light, Thy law revere.