Harvester, Look O’er the Harvest: A Poem

HARVESTER, LOOK O'ER THE HARVEST. A MISSIONARY HYMN- (For the Improvement Era.)

Harvester, look o'er the harvest Where the seed of life was sown! Mid the tares there now is ripened Golden grain that faith has grown, Ere the tempest darkly lowers, Warring elements at strife, Harvester, look o'er the harvest, Save the sheaves — each precious life!

Go ye out into the nations, Mid the fully ripened fields, Where the Holy Spirit guideth, Gather what the harvest yields. Hasten, ere the precious moments Shall have flown too fast away; Harvester, look o'er the harvest, Hasten in the sheaves to-day!

Gather them within the garner God has made to save his own; Ere his wrath and judgments falling Overthrows each trembling throne; There are fields ripe for the reaper, There are fallow fields to glean, Harvester, look o'er the harvest, Lest thou leave a sheaf unseen.

J. L. Townsend. Payson, Utah.