1 Jesus we thy lambs would be,
Humbly we would follow thee,
Waiting for the joyful day.
When all care will pass away.
When the reaping time shall come,
And angels shout the harvest home,
When the reaping time shall come,
And angels shout the harvest home.

2 Now the field with grain is white,
Now the day is dawning bright--
Brighter far the sky will be,
When our Master we shall see,
When the reaping time shall come,
And angels shout the harvest home,
When the reaping time shall come,
And angels shout the harvest home.

3 May we wait, and watch, and pray,
For the coming of that day,
When the wheat shall sifted be,
And the chaff be driv'n from thee,
When the reaping time shall come,
And angels shout the harvest home,
When the reaping time shall come,
And angels shout the harvest home.