Heaven's Harvest Home

Verse 1

There are golden sheaves to gather ere the angel reapers come, But the toilers in the field are few; While a single soul is waiting to be garnered for the Lord, There is work for human hands to do.

Chorus

Gather, gather, Golden sheaves to stand before the throne, We must gather, gather, Golden sheaves for heaven’s harvest home.

Verse 2

Cut the tangles of temptation from the pathway of the weak, To the fallen reach a helping hand; Throw the arms of love and sympathy around the erring one, Till by faith he learns to firmly stand.

Verse 3

When relentless pain and sorrow seem to dim the brightest day, And the cherished hopes of life decline; Let the dew of love and mercy fall from heaven’s boundless store Till the world shall glow with light divine.