| 751 |
To the work ! to the work ! We are servants of God,
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| 752 |
Hark! 'tis the shepherd's voice I hear,
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| 753 |
Ho, reapers in the whitened harvest,
|
| 754 |
In the harvest field there is work to do
|
| 755 |
Have ye heard the song from the golden land ,
|
| 756 |
Behold, the Master now is calling,
|
| 757 |
Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness,
|
| 758 |
Leave not for to-morrow the work of to-day,
|
| 759 |
Sow in the morn thy seed,
|
| 760 |
Is thy cruse of comfort failing,
|
| 761 |
Ho ! reapers of life's harvest,
|
| 762 |
Jesus calls us o'er the tumult,
|
| 763 |
Lift up your eyes to the fields that are whitening ,
|
| 764 |
Are you sitting idle ? Still there's work to do,
|
| 765 |
Let us with a gladsome mind,
|
| 766 |
In the early morning, verdant fields adorning,
|
| 767 |
Arise and shine! thy light is come,
|
| 768 |
Oh, scatter seeds of loving deeds,
|
| 769 |
Sowing to the Spirit, sowing day by day,
|
| 770 |
Bear the cup of loving service,
|
| 771 |
Cast thy bread upon the waters,
|
| 772 |
Throw out the Life-Line across the dark wave,
|
| 773 |
OH, the precious love of Jesus,
|
| 774 |
One little hour for watching with the Master,
|
| 775 |
Oh, list to the voice of the prophet of old,
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