1 A happy band of reapers we
March on with hearts so light and free;
Forth to the fields which ripened stand,
Awaiting now the reaper’s hand;
No idle task have they to do,
For lab’rers in the field are few;
The Master’s calling, the need’s appalling
For loyal reapers strong and true.
Oh, join the reapers’ band,
Your sheaves with gladness bring,
For one and all should heed the call
Of Christ our King.
Oh, rally at His command,
His reapers strong and true,
The call is great, for fields that wait
Have need of you.
2 The seeds in Springtime that were sown
To harvests bountiful have grown,
And joyful songs today we hear
As reapers with their sheaves draw near;
With willing hands we join the throng,
And with our voices raised in song,
From hill and valley today we rally,
For we to Christ the King belong. [Refrain]
3 The harvest days are passing by
For swiftly do the moments fly,
A faithful vigil we must keep
If precious sheaves we hope to reap;
How great the price some soul must pay
For ev’ry moment we delay!
Some hearts are sighing and some are dying,
To know the true and living way. [Refrain]
Grant Colfax Tullar was born August 5, 1869, in Bolton, Connecticut. He was named after the American President Ulysses S. Grant and Vice President Schuyler Colfax. After the American Civil War, his father was disabled and unable to work, having been wounded in the Battle of Antietam. Tullar's mother died when he was just two years old so Grant had no settled home life until he became an adult. Yet from a life of sorrow and hardship he went on to bring joy to millions of Americans with his songs and poetry.
As a child, he received virtually no education or religious training. He worked in a woolen mill and as a shoe clerk. The last Methodist camp meeting in Bolton was in 1847. Tullar became a Methodist at age 19 at a camp meeting near Wat… Go to person page >