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Matius 9:37-38

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Matius 9:37-38

• [Mat 9:37] Are You Working?

  Are you working for the Master, Are you toiling day by day? Are you sowing seeds of kindness, For the reapers on the way? Hear you not the Master calling, For glad toilers brave and true? Will you enter now the harvest, For the call is unto you? There’s a work for all, my brother, Sheaves are falling by the way, Go you forth into the harvest, Enter now, without delay.
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• [Mat 9:37] Call For Workers

  In the vineyard of the Lord, There is work for all to do; Will you go and work today, With a purpose strong and true? Refrain Heed the call, brother dear, For workers today; Let your eyes see the need Of workers today. Brother, sister, hear the call! All along, your aid afford, Let us strive to save the lost Strive to save by work and word. Refrain Mark the spirit’s direful fate, Wheresoever sin is found; Come, and lend a helping hand, Let the shackles be unbound. Refrain Oh, for workers strong and brave, Who will lift the banner high; So the lost can see the way, To the mansions in the sky. Refrain

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• [Mat 9:37] Forth In The Dawn- Light

  Forth in the dawn-light, cool and sweet and tender, While yet the dew-drops tremble on the flowers, Seeking for lab’rers, One doth meekly wander, Calling, still calling thro’ the quiet hours. “Go, work today, the flush of early morning Brightens the east, and day is coming on; Go in the freshness of the day’s adorning, Sure shall your hire be at the set of sun!” Forth while the sun rides higher still in heaven, Forth while the noon-tide’s fervid radiance glows, Forth while the shadows lengthen t’ward the even, Calling for lab’rers, still the Master goes; “Go, work today! oh, wherefore yet delaying, Stand ye still idle as the hours glide on? Go, for the morning waits not for your staying, Sure shall your hire be at the set of sun!” Lord, we have heard Thee in our youth’s glad morning; Lord, we still hear Thee in our noonday prime, Hear Thee, and gladly, ease and pleasure scorning, Gird us for service, lowly yet sublime; Take us, ourselves to Thee we now surrender, Take us, and use us till the day is done, Gather us then in Thy embraces tender, Such let our hire be at the set of sun!

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• [Mat 9:37] Gather In The Sheaves

  In the early morning, Verdant fields adorning, While the golden sunlight Wakes the dewy leaves. Haste we now with gladness, Banish care and sadness; Go and help the reapers Gather in the sheaves. Refrain Gather in the sheaves, Gather in the sheaves, While the voice of nature Sweetest music breathes: Hear the Master calling, Hear the echoes falling; Go and help the reapers, Gather in the sheaves. When the days are brightest, When our hearts are lightest, When the lovely summer Fairest beauty weaves. In the noontide beaming, In the twilight gleaming, Go and help the reapers Gather in the sheaves. Refrain Should our way be dreary, Let us never weary, Earnest, faithful labor Greatest joy receives. Though we toil in sorrow, Soon will dawn the morrow, When we’ll cross the river Bearing home the sheaves. Refrain

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• [Mat 9:37] Gather The Grain

  O list to the music that floats on the air, The valleys are smiling, the reapers are there; The summer rewards us with plenty again; Then thrust in the sickle and gather the grain. Refrain Gather the grain, gather the grain; Thanks for the sunshine, the dew, and the rain; Sunshine is yielding its harvest again, Then thrust in the sickle and gather the grain. O why should we tarry from labor today? The reapers are calling, and we must away; The sky is unclouded and soft is the wind; The bright sheaves are waving and ready to bind. Refrain We ask of the Master, our strength to renew, Tho’ great is the harvest, the toilers are few; We pray that to others His grace He may give, To work and be faithful as long as they live. Refrain The harvest is passing, to greet us no more, The summer is ending, and soon will be o’er; Our moments neglected, return not again— Now thrust in the sickle and gather the grain. Refrain

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• [Mat 9:37] Ho! Reapers Of Life’s Harvest

  Ho! reapers of life’s harvest, Why stand with rusted blade, Until the night draws round thee, And day begins to fade? Why stand ye idle, waiting For reapers more to come? The golden morn is passing, Why sit ye idle, dumb? Thrust in your sharpened sickle, And gather in the grain, The night is fast approaching, And soon will come again; The Master calls for reapers, And shall He call in vain? Shall sheaves lie there ungathered, And waste upon the plain? Mount up the heights of wisdom, And crush each error low; Keep back no words of knowledge That human hearts should know. Be faithful to thy mission, In service of thy Lord, And then a golden chaplet Shall be thy just reward.

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• [Mat 9:37] Let Us Away

  Let us away, no longer delay, Morning with joy is bright; Let us away and labor today Out in the fields so white. Refrain Onward, onward, bounding along, Onward, onward, join the busy throng. Shouting, singing, o’er the harvest plain; Joyful, joyful, gather in the grain. Let us away, the message obey, Jesus repeats the call; Come with a will, our mission fulfill, Haste to the work for all. Refrain Let us away, we cannot delay, Harvest will soon be o’er; Moments and hours, like beautiful flow’rs, Soon will return no more. Refrain Let us away, O let us away, Lifting our eyes above; Faithful and true our labor pursue, Trusting a Savior’s love. Refrain

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• [Mat 9:37] O Still In Accents Sweet And Strong

  O still in accents sweet and strong Sounds forth the ancient word, “More reapers for white harvest fields, More laborers for the Lord.” We hear the call; in dreams no more In selfish ease we lie, But, girded for our Father’s work, Go forth beneath His sky. Where prophets’ word, and martyrs’ blood, And prayers of saints were sown, We, to their labors entering in, Would reap where they have strown. O Thou Whose call our hearts has stirred, To do Thy will we come; Thrust in our sickles at Thy Word, And bear our harvest home.

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• [Mat 9:37] Reapers Are Needed (gabriel)

  Standing in the market places all the season through, Idly saying, “Lord, is there no work that I can do?” O how many loiter, while the Master calls anew— “Reapers! reapers! Who will work today?” Refrain Lift thine eyes and look upon the fields that stand Ripe and ready for the willing gleaner’s hand, Rouse ye, O sleepers!Ye are needed as reapers! Who will be the first to answer,“Master, here am I.” Far and wide the ripened grain is bending low, In the breezes gently waving to and fro, Rouse ye, O sleepers!Ye are needed as reapers! And the golden harvest days are swiftly passing by. Ev’ry sheaf you gather will become a jewel bright In the crown you hope to wear in yonder world of light. Seek the gems immortal that are precious in His sight! “Reapers! reapers! Who will work today?” Refrain Morning hours are passing, and the ev’ning follows fast; Soon the time of reaping will forevermore be past. Empty handed to the Master will you go at last? “Reapers! reapers! Who will work today?” Refrain

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• [Mat 9:37] Through The Night Of Doubt And Sorrow

  Through the night of doubt and sorrow Onward goes the pilgrim band, Singing songs of expectation, Marching to the promised land. Clear before us through the darkness Gleams and burns the guiding light: Brother clasps the hand of brother, Stepping fearless through the night. One the light of God’s own presence, O’er His ransomed people shed, Chasing far the gloom and terror, Brightening all the path we tread: One the object of our journey, One the faith which never tires, One the earnest looking forward, One the hope our God inspires. One the strain that lips of thousands Lift as from the heart of one; One the conflict, one the peril One the march in God begun: One the gladness of rejoicing On the far eternal shore, Where the one almighty Father Reigns in love for evermore. Onward, therefore, pilgrim brothers, Onward, with the cross our aid! Bear its shame, and fight its battle, Till we rest beneath its shade. Soon shall come the great awaking, Soon the rending of the tomb; Then the scattering of all shadows, And the end of toil and gloom.

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• [Mat 9:37] Your Mission

  If you cannot, on the ocean, sail among the swiftest fleet, Rocking on the highest billows, laughing at the storms you meet, You can stand among the sailors, anchored yet within the bay, You can lend a hand to help them, as they launch their boats away. If you are too weak to journey up the mountain steep and high, You can stand within the valley, while the multitudes go by; You can chant in happy measure, as they slowly pass along; Though they may forget the singer, they will not forget the song. If you have not gold and silver ever ready to command; If you cannot toward the needy reach an ever open hand; You can visit the afflicted, o’er the erring you can weep; You can be a true disciple, sitting at the Savior’s feet. If you cannot, in the conflict prove, yourself a soldier true, If, where fire and smoke are thickest, there’s no work for you to do; When the battlefield is silent, you can go with careful tread, You can bear away the wounded, you can cover up the dead. If you cannot, in the harvest, gather up the richest sheaves, Many a grain both ripe and golden oft the careless reaper leaves; Go and glean among the briars growing rank against the wall, For it may be that their shadow hides the heaviest wheat of all. Do not, then, stand idly waiting, for some greater work to do; Fortune is a lazy goddess, she will never come to you. Go and toil in any vineyard, do not fear to do or dare, If you want a field of labor, you can find it anywhere.

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• [Mat 9:38] And Let Our Bodies Part

  And let our bodies part, To different climes repair; Inseparably joined in heart The friends of Jesus are. O let us still proceed In Jesus’ work below; And, following our triumphant Head, To further conquests go! The vineyard of the Lord Before His laborers lies; And lo! we see the vast reward Which waits us in the skies. O let our heart and mind Continually ascend, That haven of repose to find, Where all our labors end. When all our toils are o’er, Our suffering and our pain! Who meet on that eternal shore Shall never part again. O happy, happy place, Where saints and angels meet; There we shall see each other’s face, And all our brethren greet.

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• [Mat 9:38] Lord Of The Gospel Harvest

  Lord of the Gospel harvest Send more lab’rers forth into Thy field, Send more lab’rers forth; More pastors teach Thy flock to tend, More workmen raise Thy house to build, His work and place to each assign, And clothe the Word with power divine, And clothe the Word with power divine.
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• [Mat 9:38] Lord Of The Harvest, The

  The Lord of the harvest is coming, We know not the day it will be When He shall appear to His people, The hour we His glory shall see. Oh soul, are you ready to meet Him, His own can you joyfully yield, When Jesus shall come in His beauty To earth, to His great harvest field? Refrain The Lord of the harvest is coming, is coming We know not the day and we know not the hour, When He shall appear in His glory, His might and His wonderful power. The Lord of the harvest is coming, The world shall acknowledge His might When He shall descend with His angels, His angels of glory and light. A message of joy to His faithful, But where will the faithless be found? When Jesus shall come to His people His voice through the world shall resound. Refrain The Lord of the harvest is coming, “Be ready,” He bids thee to wait, For oh, in the clouds we shall see Him, If early He cometh, or late. Prepare, nor delay, bid Him welcome, So soon His dear face thou shalt see, The Savior is coming so surely, A message He’ll bring unto thee. Refrain

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• [Mat 9:38] Our Country’s Voice Is Pleading

  Our country’s voice is pleading, Ye men of God, arise! His providence is leading, The land before you lies; Day-gleams o’er it are brightening, And promise clothes the soil; Wide fields, for harvest whitening, Invite the reaper’s toil. Go where the waves are breaking On California’s shore, Christ’s precious Gospel taking, More rich than golden ore; On Allegheny’s mountains, Through all the western vale, Beside Missouri’s fountains, Rehearse the wondrous tale. The love of Christ unfolding, Speed on from east to west, Till all, His cross beholding, In Him are fully blest. Great Author of salvation, Haste, haste the glorious day, When we, a ransomed nation, Thy scepter shall obey!

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• [Mat 9:38] Saints Of God! The Dawn Is Brightening

  Saints of God! the dawn is brightening, Token of our coming Lord: O’er the earth the field is whitening; Louder rings the Master’s Word; Pray for reapers, pray for reapers In the harvest of the Lord! Now, O Lord, fulfill Thy pleasure, Breathe upon Thy chosen band, And, with Pentecostal measure, Send forth reapers o’er our land; Faithful reapers, faithful reapers, Gathering sheaves for Thy right hand. Broad the shadow of our nation, Eager millions hither roam; Lo! they wait for Thy salvation; Come, Lord Jesus! quickly come! By Thy Spirit, by Thy Spirit, Bring Thy ransomed people home. Soon shall end the time of weeping, Soon the reaping time will come; Heaven and earth together keeping God’s eternal harvest home. Saints and angels, saints and angels, Shout the world’s great harvest home.

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• [Mat 9:38] Send Them, O Lord

  Lord, Thou hast gone two thousand years, Yet they have never heard Tidings of Thy redeeming love, Or seen Thy holy Word. Sleeping and still Thy Church has lain, Heedless of the high command— “Go forth to ev’ry tribe and tongue, To ev’ry distant land.” Refrain Send them, O Lord, to speak of Thee, Telling of Thy love and grace; Send them, O Lord, to tell of Thee, To ev’ry tribe and race. Once o’er this bright and favored land Lay there the pall of night— Gloom of a savage heathendom, With foul and bloody rite. Brave ones arose and came to us, Bringing o’er the tidings sweet, Then cruel men bent low to Thee, And worshipped at Thy feet. Refrain So would we do for other lands Lying in deepest death, Sinking to meet their awful doom With ev’ry passing breath. Hear, Jesus, hear our fervent pray’r, Wake Thy sleeping Church to know Her hour of privilege and pow’r, And bid her rise and go. Refrain

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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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