The golden sun is shining

1 The golden sun is shining,
Far down the western sky,
And tells with parting glories
That evening-time is nigh;
And as I linger waiting,
Amid the hush and glow,
I hear the Spirit's chiding,
In tones of love I know.

Chorus:
Where are thy sheaves?
Where are thy sheaves?
Seeker for joy that the toiler receives,
List to the voice of the spirit that grieves
Where, oh where are thy sheaves?

2 The morning dews have vanished,
And fled the hour of noon,
How canst thou rest thus early,
The night approaches soon.
What wilt thou give in answer?
Bowed down with shame and grief,
Cans't thou behold the Master
Without one gathered sheaf? [Chorus]

3 Spirit, thy warning thrills me
With pangs of sore regret;
Still one bright hour of labor,
The Master gives me yet.
Though late I came, he'll love me,
Scant though my off'rings be;
His words of grace will crown it
This hast thou done for me. [Chorus]

Source: Joy to the World: or, sacred songs for gospel meetings #60