Scripture Verse

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


Horace L. Hastings

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-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?


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.