Verse 1
The reaper of thy fields receives
In part his wages here,
Thrice happy in thy service lives,
Thy Spirit’s minister:
His heart thy peace and blessing glads,
With joy he labours on,
And every added convert adds
A jewel to his crown.
Verse 2
He gathers fruit who sinners wins,
And fruit that shall remain,
While souls redeem’d from all their sins
With him the prize obtain;
Who many turns to righteousness,
To him the grace is given,
To honour God by his success,
To gain, and people heaven.
Verse 3
The earnest of his glorious hire,
He humbly holds it fast,
Till blest with all his heart’s desire,
With joys that ever last,
When all who sow’d the gospel-word
With all the reapers meet,
And in the presence of their Lord
Behold their bliss compleat.