1 Saints of God! the dawn is brightening,
Token of our coming Lord;
O’er the earth the field is whitening;
Louder rings the Master’s word,–
“Pray for reapers
In the harvest of the Lord.”
2 Now, O Lord! fulfill thy pleasure,
Breathe upon thy chosen band,
And, with pentecostal measure,
Send forth reapers o’er our land,–
Faithful reapers,
Gathering sheaves for they right hand.
3 Broad the shadow of our nation,
Eager millions hither roam;
Lo! they wait for thy salvation;
Come, Lord Jesus! quickly come!
By thy Spirit,
Bring thy ransomed people home.
4 Soon shall end the time of weeping,
Soon the reaping time will come,–
Heaven and earth together keeping
God’s eternal Harvest Home:
Saints and angels!
Shout the world’s great Harvest Home.
Saints of God! The Dawn is Brightening Lyrics
Title: Home Missions
Author: Mrs. Mary Maxwell