When the Harvest Is Past

1 When the harvest is past and the summer is o'er,
When gleaned is the grain that in rare beauty waved,
How fearful my fate if my soul be not saved,
When the harvest is past and the summer is o'er!

Chorus:
In vain, in vain the broad field, the broad field,
In vain, in the rich yield, the rich yield,
And the ripening grain of the harvest that waved,
Over hillside and plain,
If our souls be not saved,
If our souls be not saved.

2 Pray'rless brother of mine, for whom Jesus has died,
He calls thee to labor, obey, 'tis thy Lord,
Hear His voice, reap the grain and receive thy reward,
Pray'rless brother of mine, for whom Jesus has died. [Chorus]

3 When the Lord shall descend and the reapers go home,
The sheaves may be many, the harvest be long;
But only the faithful will join in the song,
When the Lord shall descend and the reapers go home. [Chorus]

Source: The New Wonderful Songs for Work and Worship #156