I’ve been to the field with the reap­ers,
And there I have gleaned all day;
But my task was light, and my heart was glad,
For I heard the Mas­ter say:

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Rest by and by, rest by and by,
Rest in the field above;
There is rest by and by,
Happy rest by and by,
And a crown of eter­nal love.

O sweet was the song of the reap­ers,
And bright was their gold­en grain.
As it waved in the light of the mid­day sun,
And it smiled o’er the har­vest plain.

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And still by the side of the reap­ers
I ask that my place may be,
Till the sun shall be set, and my work is done,
And the Mas­ter calls me home.

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