Father, send the workers in!
The fields are ripe, the ranks are thin,
The labor’s great, to save from sin
A holy people to praise your Name.
Courage we ask, to face the threat!
To suffer is joy, to preach, our debt;
Salvation’s price we’ll not forget,
Nor ever feel the least of shame.
Your kingdom come to all the lost!
We stand in the breach, ignore the cost,
Turn hearts around, bear souls aloft,
Refusing to leave this world the same.
For Christ we fight, in truth we stand,
His mission our work, across the land;
Send more to labor, to lend a hand,
Till Jesus comes his own to claim.