1 We are little reapers, toiling all the day,
Lab’ring in the harvest, o’er the stony way;
Gleaning ‘mong the thistles, searching thro’ the rain,
Gath’ring for the garner, bright and golden grain.
Toiling, toiling, toiling all the day,
Pausing not for shadows that becloud our way.
2 We are little reapers, in the fields of sin,
Striving for the Master precious souls to win;
Pointing them to Jesus, to the Lamb of God,
Following His footsteps in the path He trod. [Refrain]
3 We are little reapers, in the harvest field,
Truth and Right the sickles that our arm shall wield;
And we labor ever, ‘neath our Father’s eye,
Gath’ring for the garner of the throne on high. [Refrain]
Source: Crowning Day No. 4 #173