Be a Reaper

Verse 1

There is golden grain that your hands should gather, In the harvest field so wide; There are some who long have toiled and are worn and weary, Go and labor by their side.

Chorus

Be a reaper, be a reaper, In the world’s great harvest field; Be a reaper, the Master calls you, Go, for Him the sickle wield.

Verse 2

To the work away and no longer tarry, Fast the hours are speeding on; Soon the night will fall around when the precious moments Of the harvest day are gone.

Verse 3

All rewards this world to you gives will perish, When you pass from time away; But the wages earned by each true and faithful reaper, For the Lord endure for aye.

Verse 4

If you labor now and for life eternal, Gather in the golden store; Happy songs of harvest home, with the saved rejoicing, You will sing on heaven’s shore.