Have ye heard the song from the gold­en land?
Have ye heard the glad new song?
Let us bind our sheaves
With a will­ing hand,
For the time will not be long.

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The Lord of the har­vest will soon ap­pear,
His smile, His voice we shall see and hear;
The Lord of the har­vest will soon ap­pear,
And ga­ther the reap­ers home.

They are look­ing down from the gold­en land,
Our be­loved are look­ing down;
They have done their work,
They have borne their cross,
And re­ceived their pro­mised crown.

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O the song rolls on from the gold­en land,
And our hearts are strong to­day;
For it nerves our souls
With its mu­sic sweet,
As we toil in noon-tide ray.

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O the song rolls on from the gold­en land,
From its vales of joy and flow­ers;
And we feel and know
By a liv­ing faith
That its tones will soon be ours.

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