p. 107 | THE HARVEST by L. D. Santee

Seventh-Day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Thursday, February 12, 1880

FromThe Advent Review and Sabbath Herald, Vol. 55, No. 7

THE HARVEST.

By L. D. Santee

BY L. D. SANTEE.

Soon will the harvest cease forever, gathered the golden grain; Soon from the wheat will the tares be severed, and bound in bands of pain; Soon shall the reapers rest from labor, still every shining blade, The harvest be done forever, and the precious fruitage saved.

Field after field is ripe for the harvest, the waving heads are white, And the Lord of the harvest sends his servants down where the grain is ripe,— Sends his servants into the field, to weep, and toil, and pray; Till the amber light of the setting sun tells of the dying day.

Soon o’er the fields where the reapers labor, shall wrathful burnings sweep; Many then shall wail in anguish, in outer darkness weep; Many will be lost forever who sinned their grace away, And with the tares be bound for burning—’tis then too late to pray.

Soon to Heaven’s garners shall the righteous be gathered in; But they who are numbered with the tares, bearing the fruit of sin, Though they have shared the sunshine by the side of the golden grain, A fearful death shall find them, in woe, and tears, and pain.

Parsons, Kansas.