I’ve been to the field with the reapers,
And there I have gleaned all day;
But my task was light, and my heart was glad,
For I heard the Master say:
Rest by and by, rest by and by,
Rest in the field above;
There is rest by and by,
Happy rest by and by,
And a crown of eternal love.
O sweet was the song of the reapers,
And bright was their golden grain.
As it waved in the light of the midday sun,
And it smiled o’er the harvest plain.
And still by the side of the reapers
I ask that my place may be,
Till the sun shall be set, and my work is done,
And the Master calls me home.