In the ear­ly morn­ing,
Verdant fields adorn­ing,
While the gold­en sun­light
Wakes the dewy leaves.
Haste we now with glad­ness,
Banish care and sad­ness;
Go and help the reap­ers
Gather in the sheaves.

Refrain

Gather in the sheaves,
Gather in the sheaves,
While the voice of na­ture
Sweetest mu­sic breathes:
Hear the Mas­ter call­ing,
Hear the ech­oes fall­ing;
Go and help the reap­ers,
Gather in the sheaves.

When the days are bright­est,
When our hearts are light­est,
When the love­ly sum­mer
Fairest beau­ty weaves.
In the noon­tide beam­ing,
In the twi­light gleam­ing,
Go and help the reap­ers
Gather in the sheaves.

Refrain

Should our way be drea­ry,
Let us ne­ver wea­ry,
Earnest, faith­ful la­bor
Greatest joy re­ceives.
Though we toil in sor­row,
Soon will dawn the mor­row,
When we’ll cross the ri­ver
Bearing home the sheaves.

Refrain