Not Yet Is The Summer Ended


Not yet is the summer ended,
Not yet is the harvest past;
But the fields with the grain are golden,
And the days are waning fast.

Refrain:
Not yet, not yet is the summer ended,
Not yet is the harvest past;
But the season of hope will be over,
And the harvest will come at last.

Not yet have the sheaves been gathered;
But oh! it will not be long
Till a sound from the fields shall reach thee,
Of the reaper’s happy song. [Refrain]

Not yet is the hand of mercy
Removed from the open door;
There is time for thy soul’s returning
Ere the day of grace is o’er. [Refrain]

O come, as the Lord commandeth;
Not yet is the harvest past,
And the summer is not yet ended;
But the days are waning fast. [Refrain]