The har­vest now is rea­dy,
Go, work from morn till night;
Be ga­th’ring for the Mas­ter,
See, all the fields are white.

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Bring in the gold­en sheaves,
Bring in the sheaves,
Bring in the sheaves,
Bring in the gold­en sheaves,
Bring in the gold­en sheaves of grain.

The pre­cious seed is wast­ing,
Yes, wast­ing day by day;
There is no time for lin­g’ring
Or loi­t’ring by the way.

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Thrust in the sharp­ened sickle,
Reap down the gold­en grain;
Press for­ward in the har­vest
Thro’ sun­shine, shade or rain.

Refrain

Whene’er thy work is ov­er,
When sheaves are ga­thered home,
The migh­ty King of glo­ry
Will say, Well done, well done.

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