Lo, the Golden Fields are Smiling GOLDEN FIELDS—William James Kirkpatrick Lo, the Golden Fields are Smiling 1 Lo, the golden fields are smiling, Wherefore idle shouldst thou be? Great the harvest, few the workers, And the Lord hath need of thee. Go and work, the time is waning, Let thy earnest heart reply To the call so oft repeated, “Blessed Master, here am I.” Chorus Hark, the song, the song of busy workers, In the fields so fair to see; Go and fill thy place among them, For the Lord hath