Gather the Grain

O list to the mu­sic that floats on the air

The val­leys are smil­ing

the reap­ers are there;

The sum­mer re­wards us with plen­ty again;

Then thrust in the sic­kle and ga­ther the grain.

Gather the grain

ga­ther the grain;

Thanks for the sun­shine

the dew

and the rain;

Sunshine is yield­ing its har­vest again

Then thrust in the sic­kle and ga­ther the grain.

O why should we tar­ry from la­bor to­day?

The reap­ers are call­ing

and we must away;

The sky is un­cloud­ed and soft is the wind;

The bright sheaves are wav­ing and rea­dy to bind.

We ask of the Mas­ter

our strength to re­new

Tho’ great is the har­vest

the toil­ers are few;

We pray that to oth­ers His grace He may give

To work and be faith­ful as long as they live.

The har­vest is pass­ing

to greet us no more

The sum­mer is end­ing

and soon will be o’er;

Our mo­ments ne­glect­ed

re­turn not again—

Now thrust in the sic­kle and ga­ther the grain.