1 Look the harvest-field is teeming
With the rich and ripened grain;
Wide it spreads before us,
Bright the sky is o'er us;
In the sunlight, golden gleaming,
Heaving like the restless man,
"Reapers are needed,"
Resounds o'er hill and plain.

Chorus:
Rouse ye, then, and to the fields away, (to the fields away,)
Go labor for the master while you may; (Master while you may;)
Lo! He is calling, night is falling,
Hasten to obey,
For reapers are needed today.

2 In the markets and the byways,
Whiling precious hours away,
Many stand complaining,
idle still remaining,
Loit'ring in the dusty highways,
Hearing not the Master say:
"Reapers are needed,
O who will work today?" [Chorus]

3 Hear ye not the faithful singing
Of the labor and the yield?
Rouse ye, then, O sleepers,
Join the happy reapers;
To the wind your sorrows flinging,
Patiently the sickle wield:
"Reapers are needed,
Awake, and to the field!" [Chorus]