1. The price of revival, the cost of soul winning,
The long hours of praying, the burden, the tears;
The pleading with sinners though lonely, a stranger,
is repaid at the reaping up there.

2. The Saviour will see the travail of His soul
and be satisfied fully o'er soul He's redeemed;
Compared to that reaping He scorned all His suffering
Tobe paid the reaping up there.

3. The treasures of earth, oh how vain and how fleeting;
They vanish like mist and they wither like leaves;
But souls who are won by our tears and pleading
Will remain for our reaping up there.

4. To come to that reaping with wood, hay, and stubble,
How sad to appear at the Lord's judgment seat,
With no one we've won to trust Jesus our Saviour
To present at the reaping up there.

5. The wise, they shall shine like thee firmament glory,
When payday shall come for the winner of souls!
Then they who've saved many by salvation story
Like the stars for ever, shall shine.