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There are golden sheaves to gather

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1 There are golden sheaves to gather ere the angel reapers come,
But the toilers in the field are few;
While a single soul is waiting to be garnered for the Lord,
There is work for human hands to do.

Refrain:
Gather, gather,
Golden sheaves to stand before the throne,
We must gather, gather,
Golden sheaves for heaven’s harvest home.

2 Cut the tangles of temptation from the pathway of the weak,
To the fallen reach a helping hand;
Throw the arms of love and sympathy around the erring one,
Till by faith he learns to firmly stand. [Refrain]

3 When relentless pain and sorrow seem to dim the brightest day,
And the cherished hopes of life decline;
Let the dew of love and mercy fall from heaven’s boundless store
Till the world shall glow with light divine. [Refrain]

Source: The Chorus of Praise: for use in Sunday Schools, Young People's Meetings, Revivals, Prayer Meetings, and All the Social Services of the Church #50

Author: Lanta Wilson Smith

Lanta Wilson Smith was born July 19, 1856 at Castine, Maine, and died October 19, 1939 at Taunton, Massachusetts. She was the daughter of a Methodist minister, William J. Wilson, and his wife Sedelia Follett. Her father belonged to the Maine, and later the East Maine Conferences from 1846 until 1866, when he with his family traveled in a covered wagon to the west, where he served as minister in Nebraska and Dakota. Later he returned to New England and founded out his sixty-four years in the ministry at an appointment in Hingham, Massachusetts. From her early childhood Lanta sang and played the organ in church and Sunday school wherever her father was located. When seventeen she attended Bucksport Seminary, Maine, where she received som… Go to person page >

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First Line: There are golden sheaves to gather
Author: Lanta Wilson Smith
Refrain First Line: Gather, gather, golden sheaves

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The Chorus of Praise #50

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