48. So Little Time

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 he'll smile and that he'll say 'Well done!

Today we reap, or miss our golden harvest! Today is given us lost souls to win. O then to save some dear one from the burning, today we'll go to bring some sinner in.

Despite the heat, the easeless toil, the hardship, the broken heart o'er those we cannot win; Misunderstood because we're oft peculiar, still no regrets we'll have but for our sin.

Today we reap, or miss our golden harvest! Today is given us lost souls to win. O then to save some dear one from the burning, today we'll go to bring some sinner in.

A day of pleasure, or a feast of friendship; a house or car or garments fair or fame, Will all be trash, when souls are bro't to heaven, and then how sad to face the slacker's shame!

Today we reap, or miss our golden harvest! Today is given us lost souls to win. O then to save some dear one from the burning, today we'll go to bring some sinner in.

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, O let us weep and love and pray and go!

Today we reap, or miss our golden harvest! Today is given us lost souls to win. O then to save some dear one from the burning, today we'll go to bring some sinner in.