Gather the Reapers Home

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.