1. O where are the reapers that garner in The sheaves of the good from the fields of sin? With sickles of truth must the work be done, And no one may rest till the “harvest home.” . . Refrain: Where are the reapers? O who will come And share in the glory of the “harvest home”? O who will help us to garner in The sheaves of good from the fields of sin? . . 2. The fields all are ripening, and far and wide The world now is waiting the harvest tide: But reapers are few, and the work is great, And mu