O where are the reapers that garner in

O where are the reapers that garner in
The sheaves of the good from the fields of sin
With sickles of truth must the work be done
And no one may rest till the harvest home

Where are the reapers O who will come
And share in the glory of the harvest home
O who will help us to garner in
The sheaves of good from the fields of sin

Go out in the byways and search them all
The wheat may be there but the weeds are tall
Then search in the highway and pass none by
But gather them all for the home on high

The fields are all ripening and far and wide
The world now is waiting the harvest tide
But reapers are few and the work is great
And much will be lost should the harvest wait

So come with your sickles ye sons of men
And gather together the golden grain
Toil on till the Lord of the harvest come
Then share ye His joy in the harvest home