| Song | Hasten To The Harvest |
| Album | Good Old Christian Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | Daniel O. Teasley |
| Music | |
| Key | Meter: 8.7.8.7 D |
| Tags | Hasten To The Harvest |
| Theme(s) | |
| Scripture Reference(s) | Matthew 9:36-38; Luke 10:2 |
| CCLI Song No |
Hasten, Brother, To The Harvest,
See The Fields Already White;
Do Not Tarry, Grasp The Sickle,
While The Morning Sun Is Bright.
Hasten, Brother, To The Harvest,
Souls Of Men Are Dying Fast;
Soon The Harvest Will Be Ended,
Then Shall Come The Winter’s Blast.
Hasten, Brother, To The Harvest,
Gather From The Hill And Plain;
Soon We’ll Come With Great Rejoicing,
Bringing In The Golden Grain.
Hasten, Brother, To The Harvest,
Will You Be Content With Leaves?
Will You Stand There Empty-Handed,
While The Reapers Come With Sheaves?
Hasten, Brother, To The Harvest,
Souls Go Down With Every Breath,
Sink In Darkness, There To Suffer
Through The Awful Night Of Death.
