70.  Harvest Time

1
Great Husbandman, at thy command,
Saints sowed thy seed with lib’ral hand-
And, mindful of thy heav’nly call,
Onward they went, forsaking all.

2
On through the sad and weary years
They sowed the precious seed with tears,
And stayed their hearts in faith sublime
With prospects of the harvest time.

3
No longer saints in sorrow go,
In tears and sadness forth to sow;
For he who bade them sow and weep
Hath called them now in joy to reap.

4
Now doth the joyful reaper come
Bearing his sheaves in triumph home;
The voice long saddened now doth sing,
And loud their songs of triumph ring.

5
E’en here, on this side Jordan, stand
The gathered sheaves from ev’ry land;
And he that sowed, in joy doth reap,
And harvest home together keep.