He who goes out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with him.@Psalm 126:6

James O. Thompson, 1885.

Reapers James B. O. Clemm (🔊 pdf nwc).

illustration
The Veteran in a New Field
Winslow Homer (1836-1910)

Far and near the fields are teeming
With the waves of ripened grain;
Far and near their gold is gleaming
O’er the sunny slope and plain.

Refrain

Lord of harvest, send forth reapers!
Hear us, Lord, to Thee we cry;
Send them now the sheaves to gather
Ere the harvest time pass by.

Send them forth with morn’s first beaming,
Send them in the noontide’s glare;
When the sun’s last rays are gleaming,
Bid them gather everywhere.

Refrain

O thou, whom thy Lord is sending,
Gather now the sheaves of gold;
Heav’nward then at evening wending,
Thou shalt come with joy untold.

Refrain