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Mazmur 126:5-6

Yakobus 5:7-11

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Mazmur 126:5-6

• [Mzm 126:6] Bringing In The Sheaves

  Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness, Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve; Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Refrain Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves, Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves, Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows, Fearing neither clouds nor winter’s chilling breeze; By and by the harvest, and the labor ended, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Refrain Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master, Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves; When our weeping’s over, He will bid us welcome, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Refrain

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• [Mzm 126:6] Far And Near

  Far and near the fields are teeming With the waves of ripened grain; Far and near their gold is gleaming O’er the sunny slope and plain. Refrain Lord of harvest, send forth reapers! Hear us, Lord, to Thee we cry; Send them now the sheaves to gather Ere the harvest time pass by. Send them forth with morn’s first beaming, Send them in the noontide’s glare; When the sun’s last rays are gleaming, Bid them gather everywhere. Refrain O thou, whom thy Lord is sending, Gather now the sheaves of gold; Heav’nward then at evening wending, Thou shalt come with joy untold. Refrain

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• [Mzm 126:6] He That Goeth Forth With Weeping

  He that goeth forth with weeping, Bearing precious seed in love, Never tiring, never sleeping, Findeth mercy from above. Soft descend the dews of heaven, Bright the rays celestial shine; Precious fruits will thus be given Through an influence all divine. Sow thy seed; be never weary; Let no fears thy soul annoy; Be the prospect ne’er so dreary, Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy. Lo! the scene of verdure brightening, See the rising grain appear: Look again; the fields are whitening, For the harvest time is near.

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• [Mzm 126:6] Sow In The Morn Thy Seed

  Sow in the morn thy seed, At eve hold not thy hand; To doubt and fear give thou no heed, Broadcast it o’er the land. Thou know’st not which may thrive, The late or early sown; God keeps His precious seed alive, When and wherever thrown. And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength, The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, And the full corn at length. Thou canst not toil in vain; Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain For garners in the sky. Thence, when the glorious end, The day of God is come, The angels reapers shall descend, And Heav’n cry, “Harvest Home.”

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Yakobus 5:7-11

• [Yak 5:8] Morning Draweth Nigh, The

  Oh, rally round the standard Of Christ, our royal King; Oh, rally round His standard, And hallelujahs sing. Refrain For the morning draweth nigh, For the morning draweth nigh; We can see it in the distance, We shall hear it, we shall hear it by and by. Though long and deep the shadows The dreary night may bring, Our lamps are trimmed and burning, Our hallelujahs ring. Refrain To yonder golden region Our faith now plumes her wing; Our hearts with joy are bounding, And hallelujahs ring. Refrain To Him Who paid our ransom, And took from death the sting, Be everlasting praises, Let hallelujahs ring. Refrain

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• [Yak 5:8] Waiting For Thy Coming

  We are waiting, blessèd Savior, We are watching for the hour When in majesty descending, Thou shalt come in mighty power; Then the shadows will be lifted, And the darkness rolled away, And our eyes behold the splendor Of the glorious crowning day. We are waiting, blessèd Savior, We are watching not in vain For the cloud that bore Thee upward, And will bring Thee back again. Then, among Thy ransomed people, We shall tread the shining way, And our eyes behold the splendor Of the glorious crowning day. We are waiting, blessèd Savior, For a union, heart to heart, With our dear ones o’er the river, Where we nevermore shall part; Then our sorrows, in a moment, Like a dream will pass away, When our eyes behold the splendor Of the glorious crowning day.

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  source: Cyberhymnal