Prayer for More Laborers.

LORD of the harvest, bend thine ear, In Zion's heritage appear; Oh! send forth laborers filled with zeal, Swift to obey their Master's will.

Our lifted eyes, O Lord, behold The ripening harvest tinged with gold; Wide fields are opening to our view, The work is great, the laborers few.

Led by thine own almighty hand, Let Zion's sons, in many a band, Arise to bless the dying race, As heralds of redeeming grace.