| Song | A Call to Harvest |
| Album | Good Old Christian Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | Ella V. Phillips |
| Music | |
| Key | Meter: 8.7.8.7.11.11.11.7 |
| Tags | A Call to Harvest |
| Theme(s) | |
| Scripture Reference(s) | Luke 10:2 |
| CCLI Song No |
Up, Away To The Harvest Field,
Gather In The Golden Yield;
Gird Your Armour And Faithful Be,
For The Master Calleth Thee.
Thrust Your Sickle In, The Harvest Time Is Here,
Labour 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.
