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Bringing home our sheaves

The time for toil is past and night has come

Author: Elizabeth Akers Allen
Published in 6 hymnals

Representative Text

1 The time for toil is past, and night has come,
The last and saddest of the harvest eves;
Worn out with labor long and wearisome,
Drooping and faint, the reapers hasten home,
Each laden with his sheaves,
Each laden with his sheaves.

2 Few, light, and worthless—yet their trifling weight
Thro' all my frame a weary aching leaves;
For long I struggled with my hapless fate,
And staid and toiled till it was dark and late,
Yet these are all my sheaves,
Yet these are all my sheaves.

3 Full well I know I have more tares than wheat,
Brambles and flow'rs, dry stalks and withered leaves;
Wherefore I blush and weep, as at thy feet
I kneel down reverently, and repeat,
"Master, behold my sheaves,"
"Master, behold my sheaves."

4 So do I gather hope and strength anew;
For well I know thy patient love perceives
Not what I did, but what I strove to do—
And though the full ripe ears be sadly few,
Thou wilt accept my sheaves,
Thou wilt accept my sheaves.

Source: The Christian Hymnary. Bks. 1-4 #542

Author: Elizabeth Akers Allen

Allen, Elizabeth (Chase) Akers. (Strong, Maine, October 9, 1832-August 7, 1911, Tuckahow, NY). Daughter of Thomas and Mercy Barton Chase. Married Marshall Taylor (1851-1857), Paul Akers (1860-1861), and Elijah M. Allen (1865-1911). Attended Farmington (Maine) Academy (later Maine State Teachers College). Taught briefly. Associate editor in Portland, Maine, of the Transcript (1855-1859) and the Daily Advertiser (1863-1865) and volunteer worker among the hospitalized soldiers. Contribute of essays, letters, and poems to various newspapers and magazines (chiefly the Atlantic Monthly) from her fifteenth year on, using the pseudonym "Florence Percy" for the first few years. Published her poems in book form from time to time. Allen was one of the… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: The time for toil is past and night has come
Title: Bringing home our sheaves
Author: Elizabeth Akers Allen
Copyright: Public Domain



Instances (1 - 6 of 6)
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Christian Hymn and Tune Book, for use in Churches, and for Social and Family Devotions #653

Christian Hymnal, a Collection of Hymns and Sacred Songs Suitable for Use in Public Worship #d511

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Hymns and Tunes #385

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Hymns of the Ages (3rd series) #156


The Christian Hymnary. Bks. 1-4 #542

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