When The Sunset Of Time Fades Away

When the sunset of time fades away in the sky,
And the fields yield their harvests so fair,
When the ranks of the reapers shall gather on high,
Will I bring any sheaves with me there?

Any sheaves for the Lord, any sheaves will I bring
To the garners, eternally fair?
When the reapers shall sing, and the glory-bells ring,
Will I bring any sheaves with me there?

Not the joy of the harvest for those who neglect
The sweet service of Jesus below;
But for those who go forth, as His word shall direct,
With the love of the Master aglow. [Refrain]

Let me sow the good seed, let me nurture the grain;
Let me toil, as He shows me the way;
He will make it to grow, in the sun, in the rain,
And some sheaves will I bind, “in that day.” [Refrain]