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When the Sheaves Are Gathered In

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Apr 20, 1911

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 88, No. 16.

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When the Sheaves Are Gathered In

By Jessie D. Belknap

JESSIE D. BELKNAP
Are you working for the Master? Are you faithful day by day? Are you giving, are you praying For those fallen by the way? Are you bringing souls to Jesus? Are you working now to win A free entrance into heaven When the sheaves are gathered in?
Are you sending up material For your mansion by and by? Are you laying up your treasures In that home beyond the sky? Hasten now; for, lo, the sunset Soon will close earth's noise and din— Haste that you may have some garnered When the sheaves are gathered in.
Though you may not go and gather With the reapers on the plain, In the corners and the hedges There are golden bits of grain. Though so few, and almost hidden By the weeds and thorns of sin, Though by reapers they're unnoticed, You these sheaves may gather in.
Who would spend time on things earthly, Caring for this world alone, When the Master offers mansions With him 'round God's glorious throne!
There, through all the countless ages, With our loved ones we shall reign,— O, we surely must be ready When the sheaves are gathered in!
Camas, Wash.