Scripture Verse

The harvest is the end of the world; and the reapers are the angels. Matthew 13:39

Introduction

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Horace L. Hastings (1831–1899)

Words: Pos­si­bly by Hor­ace L. Hast­ings, 1881. Pub­lished in his Songs of Pilg­rim­age, se­cond edi­tion (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Scrip­tur­al Tract Re­po­si­to­ry, 1888), num­ber 859.

Music: An­gel Choir John H. Gow­er, 1895 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Gow­er (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Lyrics

Hark! I hear the an­gels sing­ing,
Weary pil­grim, come and rest—
Earthward we our way are wing­ing
Gathering saints to man­sions blest.

Hark! I hear the trum­pet call­ing,
Rolling forth its peal sub­lime;
On the ear like mu­sic fall­ing,
Glad as shouts of har­vest time.

Hark! I hear, tri­um­phant swell­ing,
Songs of vic­to­ry o’er the grave,
Songs from ran­somed mill­ions, tell­ing,
Jesus comes, His own to save!

Savior, in that day of glo­ry,
When the world aghast shall stand,
Call me then in peace be­fore Thee,
Bid me dwell at Thy right hand.