Leave Not For To-Morrow The Work Of To-Day,
For Time, Like An Arrow, Is Speeding Away
The Harvest Is Ready, Look Out On The Plain
Go, Thrust In The Sickle And Gather The Grain.

Go, Gather The Golden Grain
Go, Gather The Golden Grain
The Harvest Is Ready, Lock Out En The Plain
Go, Gather The Golden Grain.

Leave Not For To-Morrow The Work Of To-Day,
The Moments Are Precious, Then Why Should We Stay ?
The Master Is Calling Again And Again ;
Go, Thrust In The Sickle And Gather The Grain.

Leave Not For To-Morrow The Work Of To-Day,
The Summer Is Waning, No Longer Delay ;
The Sheaves For The Reaping Wave
Bright O’er The Plain ;
Go, Thrust In The Sickle And Gather The Grain.