The harvest is the end of the world; and the reapers are the angels. Matthew 13:39
Words: Possibly by Horace L. Hastings, 1881. Published in his Songs of Pilgrimage, second edition (Boston, Massachusetts: Scriptural Tract Repository, 1888), number 859.
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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.