Text: | Heaven's Harvest Home |
Author: | Lanta Wilson Smith |
Tune: | [There are golden sheaves to gather e'er the angel reapers come] |
Composer: | J. M. Black |
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 | |
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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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Tune Information | |
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Name: | [There are golden sheaves to gather e'er the angel reapers come] |
Composer: | J. M. Black |
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MIDI file: | MIDI |