Gather in the Sheaves

In the ear­ly morn­ing

Verdant fields adorn­ing

While the gold­en sun­light

Wakes the dewy leaves.

Haste we now with glad­ness

Banish care and sad­ness;

Go and help the reap­ers

Gather in the sheaves.

Gather in the sheaves

Gather in the sheaves

While the voice of na­ture

Sweetest mu­sic breathes:

Hear the Mas­ter call­ing

Hear the ech­oes fall­ing;

Go and help the reap­ers

Gather in the sheaves.

When the days are bright­est

When our hearts are light­est

When the love­ly sum­mer

Fairest beau­ty weaves.

In the noon­tide beam­ing

In the twi­light gleam­ing

Go and help the reap­ers

Gather in the sheaves.

Should our way be drea­ry

Let us nev­er wea­ry

Earnest

faith­ful la­bor

Greatest joy re­ceives.

Though we toil in sor­row

Soon will dawn the mor­row

When we’ll cross the riv­er

Bearing home the sheaves.