1 The bright summer days have been fleeting,
With sunshine and quick’ning show’rs;
The harvester’s chorus of greeting
Has followed the springtime flow’rs.
Refrain:
Where, O where are the golden sheaves?
Thou hast gathered nought but leaves;
Haste, for alas! the harvest may pass,
Without any golden grain;
Go to sowing and labor long,
(Summer ends with a reaper’s song);
Sing it again, your harvest refrain,
Rejoicing with golden grain.
2 The fields that were white for the reaping,
Stand sere in the twilight gray;
The harvesters listen with weeping,
To hear what their Lord will say. [Refrain]
3 O reaper, go forth to your duty,
Or ever the time is past;
The King to be hold in his beauty
Shall be your reward at last. [Refrain]
Source: Songs of Christian Service #59
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