John 4:35

• [Joh 4:35] Harvest Bells

  O Christian! do not falter, The harvest field is white, And many souls are sinking Into eternal night. Refrain The harvest bells are ringing, We hear them night and day; The harvest bells are pealing, Go work, and watch, and pray; The harvest bells are pealing, Go work, watch, pray. O reapers! quickly gather The precious golden sheaves, That day and night are falling Like autumn’s withered leaves. Refrain So few we find the lab’rers, The harvest, oh, how great! Then slumber not, dear Christian, For soon ’twill be too late. Refrain

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• [Joh 4:35] Harvest Time

  The harvest fields are bending With precious ripened grain; More reapers now are needed, Ere Christ comes back again. Refrain Harvest time! Harvest time! Precious Gospel seed is sown. Reapers go! Reapers go! Jesus, King, must have His own, His loved ones; Soon He’ll come! Soon He’ll come! Come and catch away His Bride, His own! His own! His own! The call must now be heeded, We cannot say Him nay; Since He has died to save them, We must go forth today. Refrain We’ll come again rejoicing, A reaper’s crown to gain; The Harvest Home is coming, When Christ comes back again. Refrain

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• [Joh 4:35] Reapers Are Needed

  Hark to the music resounding, Reapers are needed today; Fields are all white, to the harvest Let us be up and away! Ever the Master is calling, Hasten! the shadows are falling; On to the harvest field, Gather the golden yield, Precious sheaves. Refrain Hark! hark! comes the song, On! on! join the throng; Forth with joyful, loving heart, Bravely do your part; Hark! hark! rings the call; Haste! haste! one and all; On where the harvest stands, Waiting for willing hands Souls to win. Forward with hearts full of gladness, Reapers, I pray you, make haste; Grain there is ready and waiting, If not soon gathered, will waste; Then let us hear you replying, Labor with courage undying, Send up a word of cheer, Tell of the rest so near, Rest at home. Refrain Hark to the song they are singing! See, they have treasures so rare; Soon will the harvest be ended, Haste, then, their trophies to share. Let no one be idly dreaming, Look! look! the harvest is gleaming, Join ye the reaping band, Lend them a helping hand, Ere the night. Refrain

  source: Cyberhymnal

John 16:7

• [Joh 16:7] Our Blest Redeemer, Ere He Breathed

  Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed His tender last farewell, A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed With us to dwell. He came in semblance of a dove, With sheltering wings outspread, The holy balm of peace and love On earth to shed. He came in tongues of living flame To teach, convince, subdue, All powerful as the wind He came As viewless too. He came sweet influence to impart, A gracious, willing Guest, While He can find one humble heart Wherein to rest. And His that gentle voice we hear, Soft as the breath of even, That checks each fault, that calms each fear, And speaks of Heav’n. And every virtue we possess, And every conquest won, And every thought of holiness, Are His alone. Spirit of purity and grace, Our weakness, pitying, see: O make our hearts Thy dwelling place And worthier Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal