1 God's great harvest home draws near
When his glory shall appear;
Angels wait command to reap—
First to gather out the wheat,
Then the tares in bundles bind,
Judge the deeds of all mankind,
Saints, for that blest day prepare1
Watch in earnest faith and prayer!

2 All the world is God's own field,
Fruit unto his praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown:
First the blade, and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear.
Grant, O Harvest Lord, that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.

3 For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take his harvest home;
From his field shall in that day
All offences purge away:
Give his angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast.
But the fruitful ears to store
In his garner evermore.

4 Even so, Lord, quickly come;
Bring thy final harvest home.
Gather all thy people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin,
There forever purified,
In thy garner to abide;
Come, with all thine angels, come!
Raise the glorious harvest home!

Amen.