Reapers Songtext
von O'Hooley & Tidow

We are little reapers
In the fields of sin
Striving for the master
Precious souls to win
Pointing them to Jesus
To the Lamb of God
Following his footsteps
In the paths he trod
Reaping for the master
Toiling all the day
Pausing not for shadows
That becloud our way


Lead me to the clear light
Hold your hand above
Through my blind obedience
I will reach God′s love
This is for my own good
You will make me whole
Not for me to question
The testament of old
I drink from your chalice
I take from your palm
I look up to your wisdom

You will do me no harm

We are little reapers
Scything your mind
The floorboards, the corridors
Behind the dusty blinds
Breaking at your conscience
Your piety penetrated
Truth and right our sickles
Reaping what you made us
Alas no retribution
Exploiter relocated
The blind-eyed bishop praised
The reaper castigated.