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SS & S 766

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!

When the days are brighter, 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!

Should our way be deary, 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.