Gather in the Sheaves

Robert Bruce                Ira D. Sankey

With the glorious morning, Verdant fields adorning;
While the golden sunlight, Wakes the dewy leaves.
Haste we now with gladness, Banish care and sadness,
Go and help the reapers Gather in the sheaves.

When the days are brightest, When our hearts are lightest;
When the lovely summer, Fairest beauty weaves.
In the noontide beaming, In the twilight gleaming,
Go and help the reapers Gather in the sheaves.

Should our way be dreary, Let us never weary;
Earnest, faithful labor, Greatest joy receives:
Tho' we toil in sorrow, Soon will dawn the morrow,
When we'll cross the river Bearing home the sheaves.


Gather in the sheaves, Gather in the sheaves,
While the voice of nature Sweetest music breathes:
Hear the Master calling, Hear the echoes falling;
Go and help the reapers, Gather in the sheaves.

Copyright, 1895, by The Biglow & Main Co.