1 O bring your best songs to our Savior today,
His love is our sun and our shield;
With joy let us go where he beckons the way,
And gather bright sheaves in his field.
The glittering sheaves, O, gather them in!
Precious their cost,
Let none be lost;
Labor and sing till the evening bells ring,
And bring all the golden sheaves in.
2 The Master toiled early and late for us all,
Nor tho’t of his own weary feet;
O let us in gratitude answer his call,
And work for his recompense sweet. [Refrain]
3 The harvest is ripe and the hour grows late,
O haste ere the darkness comes down!
Let each take a sheaf to the beautiful gate,
And Jesus will give us a crown. [Refrain]
Source: Triumphant Songs No.2 #20