Bark of a Fallen Tree with In the harvest field there is work to do and I will praise the Lord today

In the harvest field there is work to do,
For the grain is ripe, and the reapers few;
And the Master’s voice bids the workers true
Heed the call that He gives today.

Crowd the garner well with the sheaves all bright,
Let the song be glad, and the heart be light,
Fill the precious hours, ere the shades of night
Take the place of the golden day.

In the gleaner’s path may be rich reward,
Tho’ the time seems long, and the labor hard;
For the Master’s joy, with His chosen shared,
Drives the gloom from the darkest day.

Lo!  the Harvest Home in the realms above
Shall be gained by each who has toiled and strove,
When the Master’s voice, in His words of love,
Calls away to eternal day.

Chorus
Labor on, labor on,
Keep the bright reward in view,
For the Master has said
He will strength renew;
Labor on till the close of day.

Dr. C. R. Blackall
I will praise the Lord today,
For the Lord is good to me:
And his love appears as the sweetest gift,
‘Mid the blessings that I see.

I will praise the Lord today,
For his name is more than sweet:
And I gather strength for the toils of life
As I worship at his feet.

I will praise the Lord today,
For his word is life and love:
And the hope he gives is a blessed hope,
For it lifts my soul above.

I will praise the Lord today,
For the Lord has ransomed me;
He has set his seal on this soul of mine,
That his glory I may see.

Chorus
Therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth,
Therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth,
Therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth,
And with my song will I praise him.

E. A. Barnes