Twentieth (20th) Century Songs Part One ‎#115

115. In the Harvest Field

Brother, in the harvest field,
Weary with the toil,
Faint not; rich reward will come
From the fertile soil.
Fret not, tho’ on stony ground
You have looked in vain;
Seek the good ground, it will yield
Sheaves of golden grain.

Chorus:
The reapers’ song floats on the air,
O hear its glad refrain!
We’ll catch the notes and quickly send
Their echo back again.

Have you sown with tender care,
Mingled hopes and fears?
Watered all the precious seed
With your pray’rs and tears?
Let the promise of God’s word
All your faith employ;
“They that sow amid their tears,
Soon shall reap in joy.”

Fear not, tho’ fierce storms have come
Since the seed was sown;
Tho’ across the fertile lands,
Trying winds have blown;
Lo! the harvest fields are white;
Hear the reapers’ song,
Floating o’er the golden grain,
Joyful, happy, strong.

Come and join them as they work,
Singing all the day;
Thro’ the noontide’s sun and glow,
Bearing sheaves away;
Soon will be the “Harvest Home,”
When the reapers all,
Gather for the heav’nly feast,
At the Master’s call.

Text Information

• First Line: Brother, in the harvest field
• Title: In the Harvest Field
• Author: Mnason
• Refrain First Line: The reapers' song floats on the air
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1900

Tune Information

• Name: [Brother, in the harvest field]
• Composer: J. E. Hawes