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HARVEST-TIME.
Far o'er the land the precious grain
Waves 'neath the sunny sky,
And ripening harvests offer sheaves
For immortality.
Waves 'neath the sunny sky,
And ripening harvests offer sheaves
For immortality.
But who will reap the golden fruit,
And who at last will stand,
A faithful servant, crowned with joy,
O Lord, at Thy right hand?
And who at last will stand,
A faithful servant, crowned with joy,
O Lord, at Thy right hand?
Be ours the work, be ours the joy,
To us the charge be given,
To gather souls to Christ, and find
Our garnered sheaves in heaven.
To us the charge be given,
To gather souls to Christ, and find
Our garnered sheaves in heaven.
Strength to the reapers, mighty God,—
Strength to the reapers send,
To bear the burden of the day,
And labor till the end.
Strength to the reapers send,
To bear the burden of the day,
And labor till the end.
There songs of triumph shall arise;
Then shall Thy kingdom come,
And echoing anthems greet at last
The heavenly harvest home.
Then shall Thy kingdom come,
And echoing anthems greet at last
The heavenly harvest home.
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