H. S. Cutler. 1872

gain;

2 And duly shall appear

In verdure, beauty, strength,

The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,
And the full corn at length.

3 Thou canst not toil ir. vain;

Cold, heat, and moist, and dry,

Shall foster and mature the grain
For garners in the sky.

4 Thence, when the glorious end,
The day of God, is come,
The angel-reapers shall descend,
And Heaven cry, "Harvest Home."

I. Watts, 1709

2 Jesus, my God! I know His name;
His name is all my trust:
Nor will He put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.

3 Firm as His throne His promise stands, And He can well secure,

What I've committed to His hands,

Till the decisive hour.

4 Then will He own my worthless name
Before His Father's face,
And in the New Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.