1. The har­vest now is rea­dy,
Go, work from morn till night;
Be ga­th’ring for the Mas­ter,
See, all the fields are white.

Refrain

Bring in the gold­en sheaves,
Bring in the sheaves,
Bring in the sheaves,
Bring in the gold­en sheaves,
Bring in the gold­en sheaves of grain.

2. The pre­cious seed is wast­ing,
Yes, wast­ing day by day;
There is no time for lin­g’ring
Or loi­t’ring by the way.

Refrain

3. Thrust in the sharp­ened sickle,
Reap down the gold­en grain;
Press for­ward in the har­vest
Thro’ sun­shine, shade or rain.

Refrain

4. Whene’er thy work is ov­er,
When sheaves are ga­thered home,
The migh­ty King of glo­ry
Will say, "Well done, well done."

Refrain