Harvester Harvester Gather Thy Sheaves {Harvester Harvester Gather Thy Sheaves GATHER THE SHEAVES-S. W. Straub Harvester, Harvester, Gather Thy Sheaves } Harvester, harvester, gather thy sheaves, The Master is coming this way; My heart o'er its folly and idleness grieves, And hours it has squandered away. Chorus Gather, gather, gather the sheaves, Bound in the harvest by thee; O soul, if thy hand hath plucked nothing but leav es, O what shall the recompense be? Harvester, harvester, faithful to God, Go seek by the wayside and find The wheat that has grain 'mid the brambles that n od, The wheat for the sheaves you would bind. Harvester, harvester, loiter no more, But think what the Master would say; Go gather the sheaves till the harvest is o'er, Go work with the reapers today.