Behold the Fields
Authors: Palmer Hartsough • Composers: J.H. Fillmore • Meter: 10.10.8.8.10.9. with repeat, 10.10.8.8.10.9.10.9. with refrain • Language: English • Formats: lyrics, png • Copyright: Free PNG, Public Domain • Years: 1899
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1. Behold! behold! the fields already white,
Behold! behold! the fields already white,
The harvest great! the harvest great!
On ev’ry side the fields are white.
Come, O, come, now speaks the blessed Master,
Come, O, come, He calleth you and me;
See, He points us to the waiting harvest,
See, He bids us go so glad and free.
Chorus:
Go (Go ye forth,) ye forth today, (go ye forth,)
Ye reapers, reapers, (Ye reapers, go, ye reapers, go,)
Go (Go ye forth,) ye forth today, (go ye forth,)
And gather in the golden grain,
And gather in the golden grain.
Go (Go ye forth,) ye forth today, (go ye forth,)
Ye reapers, reapers, (Ye reapers, go, ye reapers, go,)
Go (Go ye forth,) ye forth today, (go ye forth,)
And gather in the golden grain,
And gather in the golden grain.
2. Behold! behold! the fields already white,
Behold! behold! the fields already white,
The land we love, the land we love,
The glorious harvest field of God.
List, a call comes from the distant hamlet;
List, a whisper from the prairie wide;
List, a voice of ocean unto ocean;
O’er our broad land waves the harvest tide.