Reapers Are Needed (Gabriel)

Standing in the mark­et places

All the sea­son through

Idly say­ing

Lord

is there

No work that I can do?

O how many loi­ter

While the Mas­ter calls anew—

Reapers! reape­rs!

Who will work to­day?

Lift thine eyes and look up­on

The fields that stand

Ripe and rea­dy for

The will­ing glean­er’s hand

Rouse ye

O sleep­ers!

Ye are need­ed as reap­ers!

Who will be the first to an­swer

Master

here am I.

Far and wide the rip­ened grain

Is bend­ing low

In the breezes gent­ly wav­ing

To and fro

Rouse ye

O sleep­ers!

Ye are need­ed as reap­ers!

And the gold­en har­vest days

Are swift­ly pass­ing by.

Ev’ry sheaf you ga­ther

Will be­come a jew­el bright

In the crown you hope to wear

In yon­der world of light.

Seek the gems im­mor­tal

That are pre­cious in His sight!

Reapers! reap­ers!

Who will work to­day?

Morning hours are pass­ing

And the ev­en­ing fol­lows fast;

Soon the time of reap­ing

Will for­ev­er­more be past.

Empty hande­d to the Mas­ter

Will you go at last?

Reapers! reap­ers!

Who will work to­day?