When the Harvest Comes

We la­bor in the Gos­pel field

With will­ing hearts and true;

We ga­ther in the pre­cious yield

And ev­er keep in view:

When the har­vest comes!

When the har­vest comes!

With pre­cious sheaves be rea­dy

When the har­vest comes.

We glad­ly go where He may call

Our sheaves to seek and find;

We tell of Him who died for all

Still bear­ing this in mind:

We take the Word as we are shown

And sow it by the way;

We oft­en reap what has been sown

This pre­cept to obey:

We glad­ly spend these pass­ing days

Amid the rip­en­ing grain;

We give the Mas­ter all the praise

By this our sweet re­frain: