1 A happy band of reapers we
March on with hearts so light and free;
Forth to the fields which ripened stand,
Awaiting now the reaper’s hand;
No idle task have they to do,
For lab’rers in the field are few;
The Master’s calling, the need’s appalling
For loyal reapers strong and true.
Refrain:
Oh, join the reapers’ band,
Your sheaves with gladness bring,
For one and all should heed the call
Of Christ our King.
Oh, rally at His command,
His reapers strong and true,
The call is great, for fields that wait
Have need of you.
2 The seeds in Springtime that were sown
To harvests bountiful have grown,
And joyful songs today we hear
As reapers with their sheaves draw near;
With willing hands we join the throng,
And with our voices raised in song,
From hill and valley today we rally,
For we to Christ the King belong. [Refrain]
3 The harvest days are passing by
For swiftly do the moments fly,
A faithful vigil we must keep
If precious sheaves we hope to reap;
How great the price some soul must pay
For ev’ry moment we delay!
Some hearts are sighing and some are dying,
To know the true and living way. [Refrain]
Source: The Kingdom of Praise #64