HARK ye! Listen! From the distance
Comes the sound of busy reapers,
Gathering in the golden harvest,
That the plowman and the sower
May rejoice with them together.
They have worked both late and early,
Bringing in the sheaves that have ripened,
Gathering in the precious clusters;
But there still remains the gleaning,
And the ending of the harvest.
Listen to the voice that's calling:
"Come and work ye in My vineyard.
Just one hour is all that's needed,
If I find some faithful workers
Who will toil till all are gathered.
I have waited, Oh, so patient,
Waited for the precious clusters,
Till the latter rain had fallen,
And the golden grain had ripened
White and ready for the harvest."
Go ye forth and labor for Him.
You will come back with rejoicing,
Laden with the sheaves you've gathered,
And with joyful heart will lay them
At the feet of Him, thy Master,
Saying: "Lord, I used the talents
That Thou trustedst in my keeping.
Lo, Thou hast Thine own with usage,
For they ever kept increasing,
Take now what is Thine, and welcome."
He will say: "Well done, My servant.
You have worked by faith most earnest.
You have given bread and clothing
To the humblest of My children.
Come, and we will reign together.
Come ye to the feast I'm spreading,
To the supper of the Bridegroom.
I will surely rise and serve you.
Come, thou blessed of My Father,
Enter to thy home most welcome."
