Go out and gather the golden grain,
The world is your harvest field,
Your toil for Jesus will not be vain
For he will the increase yield.
Go lift the soul from the haunts of sin,
The treasures of grace display,
Your mission here is to work and win,
Go show to the lost the way.
Go find some pearl on the ocean strand,
The shell may be rough and brown,
But polished by the dear Master's hand,
'Twill shine in His jeweled crown.
Gather, gather, gather in the golden grain;
Gather, gather, gather in the golden grain.