Make Christ King ‎#161

161. Harvest-Time is Here

1 Glad is the song that the reapers sing,
As they are joyfully mowing!
Hither and thither they bend and swing,
Zeal to the efforts bestowing;
Louder and sweeter the echoes ring,
Patience and loyalty showing,
As in the field the sickle they wield,
Gathering sheaves for the King.

Refrain:
Far and wide, in its waving pride,
Does the field all golden, rich and ripe appear;
And lo! the sun is high in the cloudless sky;
Then awake, and arouse,
For the harvest-time is here;
Awake, awake,
For the harvest-time is here.

2 Bright is the sun, and the sky is clear,
Swiftly the moments are flying;
Harken! the voice of the Master hear,
Loudly for laborers crying;
While in the markets, afar and near,
Many are waiting, denying
Service they might, with joy and delight,
Give ere the shadows appear. [Refrain]

3 Look ye, the harvest is truly great,
Golden and ripe it is gleaming!
Wondrously wide is thy Lord’s estate,
In its magnificence teeming;
Reapers are needed, and still you wait,
Idle and carelessly dreaming!
Go ye to-day, and reap while ye may!
Go, ere you enter too late! [Refrain]

Text Information

• First Line: Glad is the song that the reapers sing
• Title: Harvest-Time is Here
• Author: C. H. G.
• Refrain First Line: Far and wide, in its waving pride
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1912

Tune Information

• Name: [Glad is the song that the reapers sing]
• Composer: Chas. H. Gabriel