In the early morning, verdant fields adorning, While the golden sunlight wakes the dewy leaves ; Haste we now with gladness, banish care and sadness, Go and help the reapers gather in the sheaves !
Gather in the sheaves ! Gather in the sheaves ! While the voice of nature sweetest music breathes : Hear the Master calling, hear the echoes falling, Go and help the reapers gather in the sheaves !
2. When the days are brightest, when our hearts are lightest ; When the lovely summer fairest beauty weaves ; In the noontide beaming, in the twilight gleaming, Go and help the reapers gather in the sheaves !
3. Should our way be dreary, let us never weary ; Earnest, faithful labour greatest joy receives ; Though we toil in sorrow, soon will dawn the morrow, When we'll cross the river, bearing home the sheaves.