Yellow fields, and the blue beyond,
The blue of a summer sky.
The golden fields are the ripened grain,
And the harvest time is nigh.
Yellow fields and the blue beyond,
The blue of a Father's love.
And the waiting fields of the world's great need,
Who will reap for garners above?
The world is waiting in sorrow and pain.
And few there are yet who know
That out of its turmoil, from loss to gain,
One has shown us the way to go.
Let me not hinder by thought or deed
The love that would work through me;
For Thou canst do all, and I can do naught,
But I can do all, with Thee.
