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

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John 5:14

• [Joh 5:14] Sinner Made Whole, A

  There’s a song in my heart that my lips cannot sing, ’Tis praise in the highest to Jesus my King; Its music each moment is thrilling my soul, For I was a sinner, but Christ made me whole. Refrain A sinner made whole! A sinner made whole! The Savior has bought me and ransomed my soul! My heart now is singing; there’s joy in my soul, For I was a sinner, but Christ made me whole. I shall stand one day faultless and pure by His throne, Transformed from my image, conformed to His own; Then I shall find words for the song of my soul, For I was a sinner, but Christ made me whole. Refrain All the music of Heaven, so perfect and sweet, Will blend with my song just to make it complete, Thro’ ages unending the echoes will roll, For I was a sinner, but Christ made me whole. Refrain

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John 21:15

• [Joh 21:15] My God, I Love Thee

  My God, I love Thee; not because I hope for Heav’n thereby, Nor yet because who love Thee not May eternally die. Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me Upon the cross embrace; For me didst bear the nails and spear, And manifold disgrace. And griefs and torments numberless, And sweat of agony; E’en death itself; and all for man Who was Thine enemy. Then why, O blessèd Jesus Christ Should I not love Thee well? Not for the hope of winning Heaven, Nor of escaping hell. Not with the hope of gaining aught, Nor seeking a reward, But as Thyself hast lovèd me, O everlasting Lord! E’en so I love Thee, and will love, And in Thy praise will sing, Solely because Thou art my God, And my eternal King.

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• [Joh 21:15] O God, I Love Thee

  O God, I love Thee; not that my poor love May win me entrance to Thy Heaven above, Nor yet that strangers to Thy love must know The bitterness of everlasting woe. But, Jesus, Thou art mine, and I am Thine; Clasped to Thy bosom by Thy arms divine, Who on the cruel cross for me hast borne The nails, the spear, and man’s unpitying scorn. No thought can fathom and no tongue express Thy griefs, Thy toils, Thy anguish measureless, Thy death, O Lamb of God the undefiled; And all for me, Thy wayward sinful child. How can I choose but love Thee, God’s dear Son, O Jesus, loveliest, and most loving One! Were there no Heaven to gain, no Hell to flee, For what Thou art alone I must love Thee. Not for the hope of glory or reward, But even as Thyself hast loved me, Lord, I love Thee, and will love Thee and adore, Who art my King, my God, for evermore.

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• [Joh 21:15] O Jesus, Jesus

  O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord! Forgive me if I say, For very love, Thy sacred Name A thousand times a day. Refrain O Jesus, Lord, with me abide; I rest in Thee, whate’er betide; Thy gracious smile is my reward; I love, I love Thee, Lord! I love Thee so I know not how My transports to control; Thy love is like a burning fire Within my very soul. Refrain Burn, burn, O love, within my heart, Burn fiercely night and day, Till all the dross of earthly loves Is burned, and burned away. Refrain O light in darkness, joy in grief, O heav’n begun on earth; Jesus, my Love, my Treasure, who Can tell what Thou art worth? Refrain What limit is there to this love? Thy flight, where wilt Thou stay? On, on! our Lord is sweeter far Today than yesterday. Refrain

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• [Joh 21:15] She Loved Her Savior

  She loved her Savior, and to Him Her costliest present brought; To crown His head, or grace His Name, No gift too rare she thought. And though the prudent worldling frowned, And thought the poor bereft; Christ’s humble friend sweet comfort found, For He approved the gift. The poor are always with us here, ’Tis our great Father’s plan That mutual wants and mutual care May bind us man to man. So let the Savior be adored, And not the poor despised, Give to the hungry from your hoard, But all, give all to Christ. Go, clothe the naked, lead the blind, Give to the weary rest; For sorrow’s children comfort find, And help for all distressed. But give to Christ alone Thy heart, Thy faith, Thy love supreme, Then for His sake Thine alms impart, And so give all to Him.

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