Gather the Reapers Home

Verse 1

Have ye heard the song from the golden land? Have ye heard the glad new song? Let us bind our sheaves with a willing hand, For the time will not be long.

Chorus

The Lord of the harvest will soon appear, His smile, His voice we shall see and hear; The Lord of the harvest will soon appear, And gather the reapers home.

Verse 2

They are looking down from the golden land, Our beloved are looking down; They have done their work, they have borne their cross, And received their promised crown.

Verse 3

O the song rolls on from the golden land, And our hearts are strong today; For it nerves our souls with its music sweet, As we toil in noon-tide ray.

Verse 4

O the song rolls on from the golden land, From its vales of joy and flowers; And we feel and know by a living faith That its tones will soon be ours.