1 Busy little gleaners we In the grain fields of our King; When the evening shadows fall Precious little sheaves we bring.
Refrain: Busy, busy gleaners we, Where the harvest fields are white, Gladly, gladly for our King, We’ll toil till dewy night.
2 Busy little gleaners we Where the purple clusters shine; Bringing home at eventide Treasures from the laden vine. [Refrain]
3 Busy little gleaners we Toiling gladly for our King; Precious are the tiny sheaves Little children to Him bring. [Refrain]Source: Uplifted Voices: a 20th century hymn book for sunday-schools and devotional meetings #153