Final Harvest

The reaper is not grim
That conquers death and kills him
And having set his inmates free
Becomes their king eternally
Come with me and bow to him
For that reaper is not grim

If we must rest and wait for him
And vigil keep while we sleep
His love for us will not grow dim
Soon will come his time to reap
So do not fear but trust in him
For that reaper is not grim

When the faithful words of God
By means of him have all come true
And we stand before our Lord
When all things have been made new
We will be beloved to him
For that reaper is not grim