Where Are Your Sheaves?
Jennie Evelyn Hussey • English
Primary Scripture: Jeremiah 8:20
Verse 1
The bright summer days have been fleeting, With sunshine and quick’ning show’rs; The harvester’s chorus of greeting Has followed the springtime flow’rs.
Chorus
Where, O where are the golden sheaves? Thou hast gathered nought but leaves; Haste, for alas! the harvest may pass, Without any golden grain; Go to sowing and labor long, (Summer ends with a reaper’s song); Sing it again, your harvest refrain, Rejoicing with golden grain.
Verse 2
The fields that were white for the reaping, Stand sere in the twilight gray; The harvesters listen with weeping, To hear what their Lord will say.
Chorus
Where, O where are the golden sheaves? Thou hast gathered nought but leaves; Haste, for alas! the harvest may pass, Without any golden grain; Go to sowing and labor long, (Summer ends with a reaper’s song); Sing it again, your harvest refrain, Rejoicing with golden grain.
Verse 3
O reaper, go forth to your duty, Or ever the time is past; The King to be hold in his beauty Shall be your reward at last.
Chorus
Where, O where are the golden sheaves? Thou hast gathered nought but leaves; Haste, for alas! the harvest may pass, Without any golden grain; Go to sowing and labor long, (Summer ends with a reaper’s song); Sing it again, your harvest refrain, Rejoicing with golden grain.
Scripture References
Reference 1
- jeremiah 8:20