1 The fields are all white,
And the reapers are few;
We children are willing,
But what can we do?
Our hands are so small,
And our words are so weak,
We cannot teach others;
How then shall we seek?

Refrain:
We’ll work in the shadow,
We’ll work in the light,
We’ll work in the morning,
We’ll work in the night;
The fields are all white, and
The reapers are few,
Lord bless Thy young workers
Tho’ little they do.

2 We’ll work by our pray’rs,
By the pennies we bring,
By small self denials
The least little thing,
Until by and by,
As the years pass at length,
We too may be reapers,
And go forth in strength. [Refrain]