1 Put your hand to the plough; hasten forth to the field
While the dew still is fresh on the flow’rs;
God has promised your toil a rich harvest shall yield;
Labor on thro’ the fast-flying hours.

Refrain:
Put your hand to the plough;
Labor on and be blest;
Golden sheaves you may bring to your glorified King,
When at evening there cometh sweet rest.
Put your hand to the plough;
Labor on and be blest;
Golden sheaves you may bring to your glorified King,
When at evening there cometh sweet rest.

2 Put your hand to the plough in the bright, blushing morn;
Fill the place Jesus offers to you;
On the air, clearly sounding, a message is borne;
Hear the call of the Master anew. [Refrain]

3 Put your hand to the plough; labor on with a song;
Keep the joy of the Lord in your soul;
Let the Word of His grace make you steadfast and strong,
And your peace like a river shall roll. [Refrain]