Leave not for to-morrow the work of to-day, For time, like an arrow, is speeding away ; The harvest is ready, look out on the plain ; Go, thrust in the sickle and gather the grain.
Go, gath - - er the golden grain ; Go, gath - - er the golden grain ; The harvest is ready, lock out en the plain ; Go, gather the golden grain.
2. Leave not for to-morrow the work of to-day, The moments are precious, then why should we stay ? The Master is calling again and again ; Go, thrust in the sickle and gather the grain.
3. Leave not for to-morrow the work of to-day, The summer is waning, no longer delay ; The sheaves for the reaping wave bright o'er the plain ; Go, thrust in the sickle and gather the grain.