O reapers of life's harvest,
Behold the ripened grain
In ev'ry town and hamlet,
In meadow, field and plain,
Behold the human harvest
Bowed down with sin and grief,
Can you not hear their pleading "O who will bring relief?"
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First Line: | O reapers of life's harvest, behold the ripened grain |
Author: | Clinton B. Fisk |
Refrain First Line: | O reapers, O reapers, the field is white |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |