1.Saints of God, the dawn is bright'ning,Tokens of the coming Lord;O'er the earth the fields are whit'ning,Louder rings the Master's word:Pray for reapers, Pray for reapers,In the harvest of the Lord.2.Feebly now they toil in sadness,Weeping o'er the waste around,Slowly gath'ring grains of gladness,While their echoing cries resound:Pray that reapers, Pray that reapers,In God's harvest may abound.3.Now, O Lord, ful fill thy pleasure,Breathe upon thy chosen band,And with pentecostal measure,Send forth reapers in our land;Faithful reapers, Faithful reapers,Gath'ring sheaves for thy right hand.4.Soon shall end the time of weeping,Soon the reaping time will come,Heav'n and earth together keepingGod's eternal harvest home;Saints and angels, Saints and angels,Shout the world's great harvest home.