Number: 367
English: 
Title: The Harvest Fields are White
Name: 
Words: Sam Jones
Music: 
Copyright: Lyrics written in 1922
Meter: 
Form: 

The har¤vest fields are white,
Lift up your eyes, and see
That count¤less hosts are per¤ish¤ing,
And God hath need of thee.

Chorus:
The har¤vest fields are white,
How can you still de¤lay?
When souls for whom the Sav¤iour died
Are per¤ish¤ing to¤day.

Vast mul¤ti¤tudes now roam,
Like sheep they go a¤stray;
Let love di¤vine now move your heart,
To la¤bour while you may.

God’s heart was moved with love,
He sent His Son to die;
Oh, how can you re¤main at ease,
And hear the lost one’s cry.

He bought you with His blood,
Your life no long¤er keep;
For¤sak¤ing all, go forth with Him
And seek His wan¤d’ring sheep.