Harvest Song (Gabriel)

Look

the har­vest field is teem­ing

With the rich and rip­ened grain;

Wide it spreads be­fore us

Bright the sky is o’er us;

In the sun­light

gold­en gleam­ing

Heaving like the rest­less main

Reapers are need­ed

Resounds o’er hill and plain.

Rouse ye then

and to the fields away

Go labor for the Mas­ter while you may;

Lo! He is call­ing

night is fall­ing

Hasten to ob­ey

For reap­ers are need­ed to­day.

In the mar­kets and the by­ways

Whiling pre­cious hours away

Many stand com­plain­ing

Idle still re­main­ing

Loitering in the dus­ty high­ways

Hearing not the Mas­ter say:

Reapers are need­ed

O who will work to­day?

Hear ye not the faith­ful sing­ing

Of the la­bor and the yield?

Rouse ye

then

O sleep­ers

Join the hap­py reap­ers;

To the wind your sor­rows fling­ing

Patiently the sic­kle wield:

Reapers are need­ed

Awake

and to the field!