Lift up your eyes, look on the fields,
They white to harvest are;
And God is calling volunteers,
To serve Him near and far.

Refrain
Lord, lay some soul upon my heart,
And love that soul thro' me;
And may I ever do my part
To win that soul for Thee.

And you, dear Christian,
God now calls, to labor for the lost;
Will you your life, your gifts, your all,
Give Him at any cost?

I will be true, my Lord to serve,
Who died to set me free;
I'll consecrate my life to Him
And ever faithful be.