Leave not for to-morrow the work of to-day,
For time, like an arrow, is speeding away;
The harvest is ready, look out on the plain;
Go, thrust in the sickle and gather the grain.
Go, gath — - er the golden grain;
Go, gath — - er the golden grain;
The harvest is ready, lock out en the plain;
Go, gather the golden grain.
Leave not for to-morrow the work of to-day,
The moments are precious, then why should we stay?
The Master is calling again and again;
Go, thrust in the sickle and gather the grain.
Go, gath — - er the golden grain;
Go, gath — - er the golden grain;
The harvest is ready, lock out en the plain;
Go, gather the golden grain.
Leave not for to-morrow the work of to-day,
The summer is waning, no longer delay;
The sheaves for the reaping wave bright o'er the plain;
Go, thrust in the sickle and gather the grain.
Go, gath — - er the golden grain;
Go, gath — - er the golden grain;
The harvest is ready, lock out en the plain;
Go, gather the golden grain.