The Harvest

Reaping all day were the virgins fair, Patiently toiling in faith and pray' r, Seeking the wheat from the dawn till night Jewels to shine in the morning light. O! rich will the harvest be. O! rich will the harvest be,

Reaped from the garden, or reaped from the rock, Reaped from the wayside, the wheat from the stalk, Gathered from wealth or from poverty, Grand and blest will the harvest be.

Reaping all day tho' their foes were nigh, Saving the wheat that it should not die, Gath' ring the jewels bright and fair, Sorting them out with tender care. O! grand will the harvest be. O! grand will the harvest be.

Reaping from seed that was sown in tears, Gath' ring the fruit of laborious years, Looking in hope for the harvest home, Reapers and sowers together come O! sweet will the meeting be. O! sweet will the meeting be.