Assign the work to me that You need done
Because there are so many to be saved.
Unveil the golden rays of Christ Your son;
Now set before me fields of the enslaved.
Dear Lord, the harvest here is surely great
And there are few of us to work the field.
No time to rest, the day is growing late;
Those ready for the gospel are revealed.
Help me, O Father, lead me to the lost
And give me strength to labor in Your name.
Remind me once again how great the cost
Vouchsafed Your Son for sin we now acclaim.
Each soul that’s won is cause to celebrate,
So help me find those ripe to extricate.
The work is hard, but this is why I came.