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GATHER THE WHEAT

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 27, 1873

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 41, No. 24.

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GATHER THE WHEAT.

Where didst thou reap to-day, my soul? My soul, where didst thou reap? The fields are white on either hand; The needy ones about thee stand; The Christian may not sleep.
What hast thou reaped to-day, my soul, Worthy the words, “Well done”? A burden sweet of garnered sheaves, Or but a few dry, withered leaves, Marking thy “Harvest Home”?
How hast thou reaped to-day, my soul? How hast thou reaped to-day? The work is great, the field is wide, The faithful few are by thy side; Press on, and do not stay.
Go, find thy work, my soul, to-day, And finding, do it well; Put in thy sickle, sharp and bright; Work on through all the morning light; When night comes who can tell?