The Harvest is the end of the World

THe Harvest-day will soon be here,
A blessed day 'twill be
To all those Souls who are sincere,
For Jesus they shall see.

Thou send'st thy glorious Rays on us,
And Dews, our Souls to chear;
But e're long we with open Eyes
The Vision shall have clear.

Most sweet reviving Acts of Grace
Are those we feel of thine,
Whilst we behold thy glorious Face,
Yet stronger Beams will shine,

To comfort and rejoyce each heart
To all eternity;
From thee, O Lord, we ne're shall start,
But in thy Garner lye;

Or rather in thy precious Arms
We being ripened,
Shall housed be with lasting Charms
Of Glory on our Head.

No sorrow shall us then annoy,
Nor fears cause inward pain;
Nor sin nor Satan spoyl our joy,
Nor filth our glory stain.

We shall not then, as now, be vext
With Satan, World, and Sin;
Nor with base Hearts be more perplext
When Heaven has took us in.