First Line: Leave not for to-morrow the work of to-day,

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, gath - - er the golden grain ;
Go, gath - - er the golden grain ;
The harvest is ready, lock out en the plain ;
Go, gather the golden grain.

2 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.

3 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.