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 !
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 !
2 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 !
3 Should our way be dreary, let us never weary ;
Earnest, faithful labour greatest joy receives ;
Though we toil in sorrow, soon will dawn the morrow,
When we'll cross the river, bearing
home the sheaves.