Harvester, Harvester, Gather Thy Sheaves GATHER THE SHEAVES—S. W. Straub Harvester, Harvester, Gather Thy Sheaves 1 Harvester, harvester, gather thy sheaves, The Master is coming this way; My heart o’er its folly and idleness grieves, And hours it has squandered away. Chorus Gather, gather, gather the sheaves, Bound in the harvest by thee; O soul, if thy hand hath plucked nothing but leaves, O what shall the recompense be? 2 Harvester, harvester, faithful to God, Go seek by the wayside and