1 Have ye heard the song from the golden land?
Have ye heard the glad new song?
Let us bind our sheaves with a willing hand,
For the time will not be long.
Refrain:
The Lord of the harvest will soon appear,
His smile, His voice we shall see and hear;
The Lord of the harvest will soon appear,
And gather the reapers home.
2 They are looking down from the golden land,
Our beloved are looking down;
They have done their work, they have borne their cross,
And received their promised crown. [Refrain]
3 O the song rolls on from the golden land,
And our hearts are strong today;
For it nerves our souls with its music sweet,
As we toil in noon-tide ray. [Refrain]
4 O the song rolls on from the golden land,
From its vales of joy and flowers;
And we feel and know by a living faith
That its tones will soon be ours. [Refrain]
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11496