Up, away to the harvest field Gather in the golden yield Gird your armor and faithful be For the Master calleth thee. Refrain: Thrust your sickle in, the harvest time is here Labor with your might, the judgment day is near Thrust your sickle in, the grain is falling fast Haste, ere harvest time is past. Always take with you faith's bright shield And your sickle bravely wield Stand against cunning foes you see For the Master calleth thee. Keep uplifted the word of truth Spreading light to hopeful youth Bowed to Him must be every knee For the Master calleth thee. Take with you holy peace and love Lift despairing souls above Toil to make sinful mortals free For the Master calleth thee...
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