1 Now is the autumn coming,
Now is the winter near,
What have you gained as harvest
Out of the waning year?
Where are your sheaves, my brother?
What will the Master see
When He shall come to view the reaping?
What will your harvest be?

Refrain:
What will your harvest be?
What will your harvest be?
Into life’s furrow seeds are falling;
What will your harvest be?

2 Swiftly your day is going,
Think ere the shadows creep;
What you have long been sowing,
That must ye also reap.
Did you sow seeds of kindness,
Seed that from sin was free?
When you at last your crop must gather,
What will your harvest be? [Refrain]

3 Soon will the awful trumpet
Ring thro’ your starry dome;
Soon will the angel reapers
Gather the harvest home;
Then will they glean for Jesus
Sheaves for eternity;—
Will they be sheaves of good or evil?
What will your harvest be? [Refrain]