Ho, Reapers in the Whitened Harvest!
Ho, reapers in the whitened harvest! Oft feeble, faint, and few: Come, wait upon the blessed Master, Our strength He will renew.
For "they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength They shall mount up with wings, They shall mount up with wings as eagles: They shall run and not be weary; They shall walk and not faint. ' They shall run and not be weary; "They shall walk and not taint. They shall run and not be weary; Shall walk and not faint. "
Too oft a-weary and discouraged We pour a sad complaint; Believing in a living Saviour, Why should we ever faint.
For "they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength They shall mount up with wings, They shall mount up with wings as eagles: They shall run and not be weary; They shall walk and not faint. ' They shall run and not be weary; "They shall walk and not taint. They shall run and not be weary; Shall walk and not faint. "
Rejoice! for He is with us always, Lo even to the end! Look up! take courage and go forward All needed grace He'll send!
For "they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength They shall mount up with wings, They shall mount up with wings as eagles: They shall run and not be weary; They shall walk and not faint. ' They shall run and not be weary; "They shall walk and not taint. They shall run and not be weary; Shall walk and not faint. "