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50. Heaven's Harvest Home

1 There are golden sheaves to gather ere the angel reapers come,
But the toilers in the field are few;
While a single soul is waiting to be garnered for the Lord,
There is work for human hands to do.

Refrain:
Gather, gather,
Golden sheaves to stand before the throne,
We must gather, gather,
Golden sheaves for heaven’s harvest home.

2 Cut the tangles of temptation from the pathway of the weak,
To the fallen reach a helping hand;
Throw the arms of love and sympathy around the erring one,
Till by faith he learns to firmly stand. [Refrain]

3 When relentless pain and sorrow seem to dim the brightest day,
And the cherished hopes of life decline;
Let the dew of love and mercy fall from heaven’s boundless store
Till the world shall glow with light divine. [Refrain]

Text Information
First Line: There are golden sheaves to gather e'er the angel reapers come
Title: Heaven's Harvest Home
Author: Lanta Wilson Smith
Refrain First Line: Gather, gather, Golden sheaves
Publication Date: 1898
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