Hearken to the Thankful Reapers

Hearken to the thank­ful reapers

Bearing to the gar­ner floor

With their voic­es sing­ing glad­ness

Sheaves of gold

mel­low store;

Alleluia

Al­le­lu­ia

Praise to God for­ev­er­more.

First the blade from fur­row spring­ing

Grow into the ver­dant ear

Which in time was gild­ed

rip­ened

With the seasons of the year;

Alleluia

Al­le­lu­ia

Lord

Thy thank­ful reape­rs hear.

Praise we then the Lord Al­migh­ty

Sitting on His throne on high

Day by day He guards and feeds us

Always list­ens to our cry;

Folds us in His arms of mer­cy

Gives us Heav­en when we die.