Not Yet Is The Summer Ended,
Not Yet Is The Harvest Past;
But The Fields With The Grain Are Golden,
And The Days Are Waning Fast.
Not Yet, Not Yet Is The Summer Ended,
Not Yet Is The Harvest Past;
But The Season Of Hope Will Be Over,
And The Harvest Will Come At Last.
Not Yet Have The Sheaves Been Gathered;
But Oh! It Will Not Be Long
Till A Sound From The Fields Shall Reach Thee,
Of The Reaper’s Happy Song.
Not Yet Is The Hand Of Mercy
Removed From The Open Door;
There Is Time For Thy Soul’s Returning
Ere The Day Of Grace Is Over.
O Come, As The Lord Commandeth;
Not Yet Is The Harvest Past,
And The Summer Is Not Yet Ended;
But The Days Are Waning Fast
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