1 Go, gather in the golden grain, for lo! ‘tis harvest time;
The call comes ringing o’er the world from ev’ry land and clime;
The fields are white to harvest, but the reapers—where are they?
UP! for the Lord of harvest calls to work, to work today.
Go, gather in the grain from valley, hill and plain;
Make no delay, the call obey—
Go, gather in the grain.
2 Go, gather in the golden grain,—a faithful reaper be;
Take down the rusty sickle, for the Lord hath need of thee;
Go out into the highways and the hedges ev’rywhere,
And gather in the precious sheaves that lie neglected there. [Refrain]
3 Go, gather in the golden grain,—you duty is assigned;
Be faithful in the cause of right—the good of human kind;
Go, speak a word of comfort sweet to some one in distress,
And He who raised the widow’s son, abundantly will bless. [Refrain]
Source: Calvary's Praises #69