Lift up your head, 0 beloved,
The fields are ripe with grain.
Harvest comes to the faithful,
Your labor is not in vain—
Harvest of patient sowing,
Fruitage of daily prayer,
Courage through nights of darkness,
Faith in His tender care.
Gather your sheaves with thanksgiving
Nor wait till the labor is done;
Now is the day of salvation,
Now is the victory won.
Poems
NOW IS THE TIME OF HARVEST
From the November 1945 issue of The Christian Science Journal