The Old Story in Song Number Two ‎#158

158. To the Harvest Field

1 A band of faithful reapers we,
Who gather for eternity
The golden sheaves of ripen’d grain
From ev’ry valley, hill and plain:
Our song is one the reapers sing,
In honor of the Lord and King—
The Master of the harvest wide,
Who for a world of sinners died.

Refrain:
To the harvest field away,
For the Master calleth;
There is work for all today,
Ere the darkness falleth.
Swiftly do the moments fly,
Harvest days are going by,
Going, going, going, going by.

2 We are a faithful gleaning band,
And labor at our Lord’s command,
Unyielding, loyal, tried and true,
For lo! the reapers are but few:
Behold the waving harvest field
Abundant with a golden yield;
And hear the Lord of harvest say
To all, “Go reap for me today.” [Refrain]

3 The golden hours like moments fly,
And harvest days are passing by;
Then take thy rusty sickle down,
And labor for a fadeless crown:
Why will you idly stand and wait?
Behold, the hour is growing late!
Can you to judgment bring but leaves,
While here are waiting golden sheaves. [Refrain]

Text Information

• First Line: A band of faithful reapers we
• Title: To the Harvest Field
• Author: C. H. G.
• Refrain First Line: To the harvest field away
• Publication Date: 1908

Tune Information

• Name: [A band of faithful reapers we]
• Composer: Chas. H. Gabriel