Have Ye Heard The Song
From The Golden Land?
Have Ye Heard
The Glad New Song?
Let Us Bind Our Sheaves
With A Willing Hand,
For The Time Will Not Be Long.
The Lord Of The Harvest
Will Soon Appear,
His Smile,
His Voice We Shall See And Hear!
The Lord Of The Harvest
Will Soon Appear,
And Gather The Reapers Home!
They Are Looking Down
From The Golden Land,
Our Beloved Are Looking Down;
They Have Done Their Work,
They Have Borne Their Cross,
And Received Their Promised Crown.
The Lord Of The Harvest
Will Soon Appear,
His Smile,
His Voice We Shall See And Hear!
The Lord Of The Harvest
Will Soon Appear,
And Gather The Reapers Home!
Oh, The Song Rolls On
From The Golden Land,
And Our Hearts Are Strong Today,
For It Nerves Our Souls
With Its Music Sweet,
As We Toil In The Noontide Ray.
The Lord Of The Harvest
Will Soon Appear,
His Smile,
His Voice We Shall See And Hear!
The Lord Of The Harvest
Will Soon Appear,
And Gather The Reapers Home!
Oh, The Song Rolls On
From The Golden Land,
From Its Vale Of Joy And Flowers;
And We Feel And Know
By A Living Faith
That Its Tones Will Soon Be Ours.
The Lord Of The Harvest
Will Soon Appear,
His Smile,
His Voice We Shall See And Hear!
The Lord Of The Harvest
Will Soon Appear,
And Gather The Reapers Home!