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Lukas 10:2

• [Luk 10:2] Earth, O Lord, Is One Wide Field, The

  The earth, O Lord, is one wide field Of all Thy chosen seed; The crop prepared its fruit to yield; The laborers are few indeed. We therefore come before Thee now With fasting, and with prayer, Beseeching of Thy love that Thou Wouldst send more laborers there. Not for our land alone we pray, Though that above the rest; The realms and islands far away, O let them all be blest. Endue the bishops of Thy flock With wisdom and with grace, Against false doctrine, like a rock, To set the heart and face. To all Thy priests Thy truth reveal, And make Thy judgments clear; Make Thou Thy deacons full of zeal, And humble, and sincere. And give their flocks a lowly mind To hear and to obey; That each and all may mercy find At Thine appearing day.

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• [Luk 10:2] Labor On

  In the harvest field there is work to do, For the grain is ripe, and the reapers few; And the Master’s voice bids the workers true Heed the call that He gives today. Refrain Labor on, labor on, Keep the bright reward in view, For the Master has said He will strength renew; Labor on till the close of day. Crowd the garner well with its sheaves all bright, Let the song be glad, and the heart be light, Fill the precious hours ere the shades of night Take the place of the golden day. Refrain In the gleaner’s path may be rich reward, Tho’ the time seems long, and the labor hard; For the Master’s joy, with His chosen shared, Drives the gloom from the darkest day. Refrain Lo! the Harvest Home in the realms above Shall be gained by each who has toiled and strove, When the Master’s voice, in His words of love, Calls away to eternal day. Refrain

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• [Luk 10:2] Lo! The Golden Fields Are Smiling

  Lo! the golden fields are smiling, Wherefore idle shouldst thou be? Great the harvest, few the workers, And the Lord hath need of thee. Go and work, the time is waning, Let thy earnest heart reply To the call so oft repeated, “Blessèd Master, here am I.” Refrain Hark! the song, the song of busy workers, In the fields so fair to see; Go and fill thy place among them, For the Lord hath need of thee. Take the balm of consolation That so oft has cheered thy heart; Let some weary brother toiler, In thy comfort share a part. Go and lift the heavy burden, He has struggled long to bear, Go, and kneeling down beside him, Blend thy faith with his in prayer. Refrain Go and gather souls for Jesus; Precious souls thy love may win; Lead them to the door of mercy; Tell them how to enter in. Go and gather souls for Jesus; Work while strength and breath remain; What are years of constant labor To the joy thou yet shalt gain? Refrain Go, then, work, the Master calleth; Go, no longer idle be; Waste no more thy precious moments, For the Lord hath need of Thee. Once He gave His life thy ransom, That thy soul with Him might live; Now the service He demandeth Can thy heart refuse to give? Refrain

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• [Luk 10:2] Lord Of The Living Harvest

  Lord of the living harvest That whitens o’er the plain, Where angels soon shall gather Their sheaves of golden grain, Accept these hands to labor, These hearts to trust and love, And deign with them to hasten Thy kingdom from above. As laborers in Thy vineyard, Lord, send them out to be Content to bear the burden Of weary days for Thee. To ask no other wages When Thou shalt call them home But to have shared the travail Which makes Thy kingdom come. Be with them, God the Father; Be with them, God the Son; And God the Holy Spirit, Most blessèd Three in One. Make them Thy faithful servants Thee rightly to adore And fill them with Thy fullness Both now and evermore.

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• [Luk 10:2] Not By Thy Mighty Hand

  Not by Thy mighty hand, Thy wondrous works alone, But by the marvels of Thy Word, Thy glory, Lord, is known. Forth from the eternal gates, Thine everlasting home, To sow the seed of truth alone, Thou didst vouchsafe to come. And still from age to age, Thou, gracious Lord, hast been The Bearer forth of goodly seed, The Sower still unseen. And Thou wilt come again, And Heav’n beneath Thee bow, To reap the harvest Thou hast sown, Sower and Reaper Thou. Watch, Lord, Thy harvest field, With Thine unsleeping eye, The children of the kingdom keep To Thy epiphany! That, when in Thy great day The tares shall severed be, We may be surely gathered in With all Thy saints to Thee.

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• [Luk 10:2] O Christ, Forget Not Them Who Stand

  O Christ, forget not them who stand Thy vanguard in the distant land, In flood, in flame, in dark, in dread, Sustain, we pray, each lifted head. Thine is the work they strive to do, Their foes so many, they so few, Be with Thine own, Thy loved, who stand, Christ’s vanguard, in the storm swept land.
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• [Luk 10:2] O Where Are The Reapers?

  O where are the reapers that garner in The sheaves of the good from the fields of sin? With sickles of truth must the work be done, And no one may rest till the “harvest home.” Refrain Where are the reapers? O who will come And share in the glory of the “harvest home”? O who will help us to garner in The sheaves of good from the fields of sin? Go out in the byways and search them all; The wheat may be there but the weeds are tall; Then search in the highway, and pass none by; But gather them all for the home on high. Refrain The fields are all ripening, and far and wide The world now is waiting the harvest tide: But reapers are few, and the work is great, And much will be lost should the harvest wait. Refrain So come with your sickles, ye sons of men, And gather together the golden grain; Toil on till the Lord of the harvest come, Then share ye His joy in the “harvest home.” Refrain

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• [Luk 10:2] Sing To The Lord Of Harvest

  Sing to the Lord of harvest, Sing songs of love and praise; With joyful hearts and voices Your alleluias raise. By Him the rolling seasons In fruitful order move; Sing to the Lord of harvest, A joyous song of love. By Him the clouds drop fatness, The deserts bloom and spring, The hills leap up in gladness, The valleys laugh and sing. He filleth with His fullness All things with large increase, He crowns the year with goodness, With plenty and with peace. Bring to His sacred altar The gifts His goodness gave, The golden sheaves of harvest, The souls He died to save. Your hearts lay down before Him When at His feet you fall, And with your lives adore Him, Who gave His life for all. To God the gracious Father, Who made us “very good,” To Christ, who, when we wandered, Restored us with His blood, And to the Holy Spirit, Who doth upon us pour His blessèd dews and sunshine, Be praise forevermore!

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• [Luk 10:2] Spread, O Spread, Thou Mighty Word

  Spread, O spread, thou mighty Word, Spread the kingdom of the Lord, Wheresoe’er His breath has given, Life to beings meant for Heaven. Tell them how the Father’s will Made the world, and keeps it still, How He sent His Son to save All who help and comfort crave. Tell of our Redeemer’s love, Who forever doth remove By His holy sacrifice All the guilt that on us lies. Tell them of the Spirit given Now to guide us up to heaven, Strong and holy, just and true, Working both to will and do. Word of life, most pure and strong, Lo! for Thee the nations long, Spread, till from its dreary night All the world awakes to light. Up! the ripening fields ye see, Mighty shall the harvest be; But the reapers still are few, Great the work they have to do. Lord of harvest, let there be Joy and strength to work for Thee, Till the nations, far and near, See Thy light, and learn Thy fear.

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• [Luk 10:2] There’s A Garden

  There’s a garden whose walk we never have known; There’s a light within us that has never been shown, Refrain Lord let us all enter this radiant place, Holy realm filled with Your love, Your beauty, and grace. In this garden is fruit whose harvest is due, But the harvest is great and the laborers few. Refrain We are one with Your Love in Your garden so free; We all now take Your hand and know oneness with Thee. Refrain

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• [Luk 10:2] Up And Onward

  Up and onward, Christian workers, Life is fleeting, do not stray; Great the harvest, few the toilers, Up and onward, haste away! Refrain Haste away, then, Christian workers, Hear the deep, despairing call; Go and rescue those that perish, Lend a helping hand to all. Where the reapers bear their burdens In the toil and heat of day, Where the golden sheaves are waving, Up and onward, haste away! Refrain Where the conflict fiercely rages On the battlefield today, With our banner, shield and buckler, Up and onward, haste away! Refrain Consecrated to the service Of our Savior and our Lord; Ever faithful, true and earnest, We shall gain the great reward. Refrain

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• [Luk 10:2] Who Will Go?

  Hark! I hear a sound from o’er the water, ’Tis the cry of anguish and despair; ’Tis the cry of precious souls in darkness, While waiting for the light of Jesus, there; Hear the idle laborers near us saying, “Master what wilt Thou have me to do?” The harvest now is great, oh! haste, my brother, The reapers few. Refrain Who will go? Who will go? To the ends of the earth, Hast thou a passion for the lost? Dost thou realize what a soul is worth? Who will go? Who will go? Tell of Jesus’ death upon the tree? Oh! who will answer quickly, “Here am I, O Lord, send me”? Will you go and tell them of a Savior? Tell them how He suffered on the tree? Will you give your very life to save them? And tell them Jesus came to set them free? Will you take the way, endure the suffering? Finding in the cross your only rest? For suffering here with Jesus brings the glory, His ways are best. Refrain We will follow, we will follow Jesus, Willingly and gladly we’ll obey, He will never leave us nor forsake us, He is our Friend, our Comforter and Stay. Though He lead us o’er the briny ocean, Though He lead us o’er the sandy plain, We still will trust in Jesus Christ our Savior, Oh! praise His Name. Refrain After we’ve received the Spirit’s fullness, Filling all our hearts with love divine, We’re to witness to the blessèd Gospel, In every nation, country, land and clime, When we give the Gospel as a witness Unto every people far and near, With lightning flash, we’ll see in clouds of glory The King appear. Refrain

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Lukas 2:49

• [Luk 2:49] Jesus A Child His Work Begun

  Jesus a child His work begun: How radiant dawned His heavenly day! And those who such a race would run As early should be on their way. His Father’s business was His care; Yet in man’s favor still He grew; O might we learn by thought and prayer, Like Him a work of love to do! For all mankind He came, nor yet An infant’s visit would deny; Nor friend nor mother did forget In His last hour of agony. O children, ask Him to impart That spirit clear, that temper mild, Which made the mother in her heart Keep all the sayings of her Child. Bless Him Who said, of such as you His Father’s kingdom is: and still, His yoke to bear, His work to do, Study His life to learn His will.

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• [Luk 2:49] O Master Workman Of The Race

  O Master Workman of the race, Thou Man of Galilee, Who with the eyes of early youth eternal things did see, We thank Thee for Thy boyhood faith that shone Thy whole life through; “Did ye not know it is My work, My Father’s work to do?” O Carpenter of Nazareth, Builder of life divine, Who shapest man to God’s own law, Thyself the fair design, Build us a tower of Christlike height, that we the land may view, And see, like Thee, our noblest work, our Father’s work to do. O Thou Who dost the vision send and givest each his task, And with the task sufficient strength, show us Thy will, we ask; Give us a conscience bold and good, give us a purpose true, That it may be our highest joy our Father’s work to do.

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• [Luk 2:49] Our Father’s Business

  Let us be about our Father’s business, Ev’ry day, as we go On our way here below: Never let it suffer thro’ remissness, But seek to make it thrive and grow. Refrain Then respond to the call, He has use for us all, And His work is a labor of love; And the days soon will come In the great Harvest Home, For our rest and rejoicing above. Do you ask what is the work He sends us? ’Tis whate’er we can do, ’Tis to bear and be true, And to use the talents that He lends us, That others may accept Him too. Refrain When in Heaven and the toil is ended, Oh, what bliss it will be In that place then to see Those dear souls whom we on earth befriended, And led to Him Who made them free. Refrain

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Lukas 7:6

• [Luk 7:6] I Am Not Worthy, Holy Lord

  I am not worthy, holy Lord, That Thou shouldst come to me; Speak but the word; one gracious word Can set the sinner free. I am not worthy; cold and bare The lodging of my soul; How canst Thou deign to enter there? Lord, speak, and make me whole. I am not worthy; yet, my God, How can I say Thee nay; Thee, who didst give Thy flesh and blood My ransom price to pay? O come! in this sweet morning hour Feed me with food divine; And fill with all Thy love and power This worthless heart of mine.

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• [Luk 7:6] Savior, And Can It Be

  Savior, and can it be That Thou should’st dwell with me? From Thy high and lofty throne, Throne of everlasting bliss, Will Thy majesty stoop down To so mean a house as this? I am not worthy, Lord, So foul, so self-abhorred, Thee, my God, to entertain In this poor polluted heart: I am a frail sinful man! All my nature cries, Depart! Yet come, Thou heav’nly Guest, And purify my breast; Come, Thou great and glorious King, While before Thy cross I bow; With Thyself salvation bring, Cleanse the house by entering now.

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Lukas 5:5

• [Luk 5:5] Hear Us, O Lord

  Hear us, O Lord, from Heaven Thy dwelling place: Like them of old, in vain we toil all night, Unless with us Thou go, who art the Light, Come then, O Lord, that we may see Thy face. Thou, Lord, doest rule the raging of the sea, When loud the storm and furious is the gale: Strong is Thine arm; our little barques are frail: Send us Thy help; remember Galilee. Our wives and children we commend to Thee: For them we plough the land and plough the deep; For them by day the golden corn we reap, By night the silver harvest of the sea. We thank Thee, Lord, for sunshine, dew and rain, Broadcast from heaven by Thine almighty hand— Source of all life, unnumbered as the sand— Bird, beast, and fish, herb, fruit and golden grain. O Bread of Life, Thou in Thy Word hast said, Who feeds in faith on Me shall never die! In mercy hear Thy hungry children’s cry— Father, give us this day our daily bread! Sow in our hearts the seeds of Thy dear love, That we may reap contentment, joy, and peace; And when at last our earthly labors cease, Grant us to join Thy harvest home above.

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Lukas 15:17

• [Luk 15:17] Afflictions, Though They Seem Severe

  Afflictions, though they seem severe; In mercy oft are sent; They stopped the prodigal’s career, And forced him to repent. Although he no relentings felt Till he had spent his store; His stubborn heart began to melt When famine pinched him sore. “What have I gained by sin, he said, But hunger, shame, and fear; My father’s house abounds with bread, While I am starving here. I’ll go, and tell him all I’ve done, And fall before his face Unworthy to be called his son, I’ll seek a servant’s place.” His father saw him coming back, He saw, and ran, and smiled; And threw his arms around the neck Of his rebellious child. “Father, I’ve sinned—but O forgive!” I’ve heard enough, he said, Rejoice my house, my son’s alive, For whom I mourned as dead. Now let the fatted calf be slain, And spread the news around; My son was dead, but lives again, Was lost, but now is found. ’Tis thus the Lord His love reveals, To call poor sinners home; More than a father’s love He feels, And welcomes all that come.

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Lukas 12:27

• [Luk 12:27] Consider The Lilies

  Consider the lilies—how stately they grow! They toil not, they spin not, no seed do they sow; Yet they bloom all the summer, so shining and tall, The Father Who loves them takes thought for them all. Consider the ravens—who gives them their food? Who shelters their nest in the storm beaten wood? Who guides the young sparrow? who watches its fall? Their Father in Heaven takes heed for them all. Our Father in Heaven, Thy children on earth Than lilies or ravens Thou holdest more worth: O guide us and guard us, be near when we call, Uphold us, enfold us—we thank Thee for all!

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• [Luk 12:27] Long Ago The Lilies Faded

  Long ago the lilies faded Which to Jesus seemed so fair, But the love that bade them blossom Still is working everywhere. In the fields, and in the valleys, By the streams we love so well, There is greater glory blooming, Than the tongue of man can tell. Long ago in sacred silence Died the accents of His prayer; Still the souls that seek the Father Find His presence everywhere. Let us seek Him, still believing, He that worketh round us yet, Clothing lilies in the meadows, Will His children ne’er forget.

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• [Luk 12:27] We Thank Thee, O Our Father

  We thank Thee, O our Father, For all Thy loving care; We thank Thee that Thou madest The world so bright and fair. We thank Thee for the sunshine, And for the pleasant showers; And O, our God, we thank Thee, We thank Thee for the flowers. Out in the sunny meadows And in the woodlands cool, Upon the breezy hillside, And by each reedy pool, And in the quiet pasture, And by the broad highways, All pure, and fresh, and stainless, They spring up every day. And in the dusty city, Where busy crowds pass by, And where the tall dark houses Stand up and hide the sky; And where through lanes and alleys No pleasant breezes blow, Even there, O God, our Father, Thou mak’st the flowers grow. And whether in the city Or in the fields they dwell Always the same sweet message, The fair, sweet flowers tell. For they are all so wondrous, They show Thy power abroad; And they are all so beauteous, They tell Thy love, O God.

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