1. So little time! The harvest will be over,
Our reaping done, we reapers taken home;
Report our work to Jesus, Lord of harvest,
And hope to share the glory of the crown.
Chorus
Today we reap, or miss our golden harvest!
Today is given us lost souls to win.
Oh, then to save some dear ones from the burning,
Today we'll go to bring some sinner in.
2. How many times I should have strongly pleaded,
How often did I feel too much to care;
And in the name of Christ, I should have spoken,
But I feared the loss of friends or of the share.
3. The harvest white with reapers few is wasting,
And many souls will die and never know
The love of Christ, the joy of sins forgiven;
Oh, let us weep and love and go and tell.