Saints of God! the dawn is brightening, Token of our coming Lord: O'er the earth the field is whitening; Louder rings the Master's Word; Pray for reapers, pray for reapers In the harvest of the Lord! Now, O Lord, fulfill Thy pleasure, Breathe upon Thy chosen band, And, with Pentecostal measure, Send forth reapers o'er our land; Faithful reapers, faithful reapers, Gathering sheaves for Thy right hand. Broad the shadow of our nation, Eager millions hither roam; Lo! they wait for Thy salvation; Come, Lord Jesus! quickly come! By Thy Spirit, by Thy Spirit, Bring Thy ransomed people home. Soon shall end the time of weeping, Soon the reaping time will come; Heaven and earth together keeping God's eternal harvest home. Saints and angels, saints and angels, Shout the world's great harvest home.