Singing the reapers homeward come, Io! Io!
Merrily singing the harvest home, Io! Io!
Along the field, along the road,
Where autumn is scattering leaves abroad,
Homeward cometh the ripe last load, Io! Io!
The Angel Standing In The Sun
Joseph Mallord William Turner
(1775-1851)
English Romantic painter
Singers are filling the twilight dim
With the cheerful song, Io! Io!
The spirit of song ascends to Him
Who causeth the corn to grow,
He freely sent the gentle rain,
The summer sun glorified hill and plain,
To golden perfection brought the grain, Io! Io!
Silently, nightly, fell the dew,
Gently the rain, Io! Io!
But who can tell how the green corn grew,
Or who beheld it grow?
Oh! God the good, in sun and rain,
He look'd on the flourishing fields and grain,
Till they all appeard'd on hill and plain
*Like living gold, Io! Io!
"Singing The Reapers Homeward Come"
Author Unknown
"The harvest is the close and consummation of
the age, and the reapers are the angels."
Matthew 13:39
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