Matthew 13:39

• [Mat 13:39] Lord Of The Harvest, Once Again

  Lord of the harvest, once again, We thank Thee for the ripened grain; For crops safe carried, sent to cheer Thy servants through another year; For all sweet holy thoughts supplied By seed time, and by harvest tide. The bare dead grain, in autumn sown, Its robe of vernal green it puts on; Glad from its wintry grave it springs, Fresh garnished by the King of kings; So, Lord, to those who sleep in Thee Shall new and glorious bodies be. Nor vainly of Thy Word we ask A lesson from the reaper’s task: So shall Thine angels issue forth: The tares be burnt; the just of earth, To wind and storm exposed no more, Be gathered to their Father’s store. Daily, O Lord, our prayers be said, As Thou hast taught, for daily bread; But not alone our bodies feed, Supply our fainting spirits’ need: O Bread of life, from day to day Be Thou their Comfort, Food, and Stay.

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• [Mat 13:39] Where Hast Thou Gleaned Today?

  Weary gleaner, whence comest thou, With empty hands and clouded brow? Plodding along thy lonely way, Tell me, where hast thou gleaned today? Late I found a barren field, The harvest past, my search revealed. Others golden sheaves had gained, Only stubble for me remained. Refrain Forth to the harvest field a-way! Gather your handfuls while you may; All day long in the field a-bide, Gleaning close by the reapers’ side. Careless gleaner, what hast thou here; These faded flow’rs and leaflets sere? Hungry and thirsty, tell me, pray, Where, oh, where hast thou gleaned today? All day long in shady bow’rs, I’ve gaily sought earth’s fairest flow’rs; Now, alas! too late I see All I’ve gathered is vanity. Refrain Burdened gleaner, thy sheaves I see; Indeed thou must aweary be! Singing along the homeward way, Glad one, where hast thou gleaned today? Stay me not, till day is done I’ve gathered handfuls one by one; Here and there for me they fall, Close by the reap’rs I’ve found them all. Refrain

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• [Mat 13:39] Winter In His Heart Of Gloom

  Winter in his heart of gloom Sings the song of coming bloom: So over death our souls shall sing ’Lays of the eternal spring. Then decay shall be no more, And, the weary seed time o’er, All the dead in Christ shall rise For the harvest of the skies. Wheresoe’er the faithful sleep Angels shall go forth to reap, From the dust and ’neath the foam They shall bring the harvest home. Bodies of the saints, whose bones Rest beneath sepulchral stones, Or are lost on every wind, All, those messengers shall find. All from earth to Heaven shall soar In that flesh which once they wore, Deathless now and glorified, Like their Lord and at His side. This is life’s eternal spring! This the coming joy we sing! Look we ever toward this day, Be it near or far away! ’Mid the sorrow and the strife ’Tis the music of our life, And the song hath this refrain— Our Redeemer comes again!

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Matthew 13:49

• [Mat 13:49] When Our Lord Shall Come Again

  When upon the clouds of Heaven, Christ shall come to earth again, Will the world be glad to see Him, When our Lord shall come again? Refrain There’ll be singing, there’ll be shouting There’ll be sorrow, there’ll be pain; There’ll be weeping, there’ll be praying, When our Lord shall come again. Will His coming bring rejoicing? Or will it bring tears and pain? Are you ready to receive Him, When our Lord shall come again? Refrain Will you join in lamentation? Or the angel’s glad refrain? Will you help His people crown Him, When our Lord shall come again? Refrain Work and pray till Jesus calls you, Help to gather in the grain; Then with joy you’ll meet the Savior When our Lord shall come again. Refrain

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Matthew 24:36

• [Mat 24:36] Happy Crowning Day, The

  There’s an hour which no man knoweth, Nor the angels round the throne, When the Lord shall come in glory from the sky; All the saints shall rise to meet Him, For He calleth for his own; They shall hear the trumpet sounding by and by. Refrain Are you ready? ready? Looking for the King? Ready, while you labor, watch and pray? Are you ready? ready? Looking for the King? Ready for the happy crowning day? What a blessèd transformation, In the twinkling of an eye, When the mortal shall immortal life put on! Those who love Him shall be like Him, When He cometh from on high, At the noontide, at the midnight, or at dawn. Refrain Though our sins have been as scarlet, Let us seek the streams that flow From the cross that rose on Calv’ry’s rugged height; He is able still to keep us, And present us white as snow, When He comes again, as clouds of dazzling light. Refrain

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Matthew 25:31

• [Mat 25:31] Up In Heaven

  Up in Heaven, up in Heaven, In the bright place far away, He Whom bad men crucified, Sitteth at His Father’s side, Til the Judgment Day. And He loves His little children, And He pleadeth for them there, Asking the great God of Heav’n That their sins may be forgiven, And He hears their prayer. Never more a helpless Baby, Born in poverty and pain, But with awful glory crowned, With His angels standing round, He shall come again. Then the wicked souls shall tremble, And the good souls shall rejoice; Parents, children, every one, Then shall stand before His throne, And shall hear His voice. And all faithful holy Christians, Who their Master’s work have done, Shall appear at His right hand And inherit the fair land That His love has won.

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Matthew 25:41

• [Mat 25:41] And Will The Judge Descend?

  And will the Judge descend, And must the dead arise And not a single soul escape His all discerning eyes? And from His righteous lips Shall this dread sentence sound And through the numerous guilty throng Spread black despair around: “Depart from Me, accursed, To everlasting flame, For rebel angels first prepared, Where mercy never came”? How will my heart endure The terrors of that day When earth and Heav’n before His face Astonished shrink away? But ere that trumpet shakes The mansions of the dead, Hark from the Gospel’s cheering sound What joyful tidings spread: Ye sinners, seek His grace Whose wrath ye cannot bear; Fly to the shelter of His cross And find salvation there. So shall that curse remove, By which the Savior bled; And the last awful day shall pour His blessings on your head.

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• [Mat 25:41] That Awful Day Will Surely Come

  That awful day will surely come, Th’appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before my Judge, And pass the solemn test. Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, Thou Sovereign of my heart! How could I bear to hear Thy voice Pronounce the sound, “Depart!” The thunder of that dismal word Would so torment my ear, ’Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord, With most tormenting fear. What! to be banished from my Life, And yet forbid to die! To linger in eternal pain, Yet death forever fly! O, wretched state of deep despair! To see my God remove, And fix my doleful station where I must not taste His love. Jesus, I throw my arms around, And hang upon Thy breast; Without a gracious smile from Thee My spirit cannot rest. O, tell me that my worthless name Is graven on Thy hands; Show me some promise in Thy book Where my salvation stands! Give me one kind assuring word To sink my fears again, And cheerfully my soul shall wait Her threescore years and ten.

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• [Mat 25:41] Woe To The Men On Earth Who Dwell

  Woe to the men on earth who dwell, Nor dread the Almighty’s frown, When God doth all His wrath reveal, And shower His judgments down! Sinners, expect those heaviest showers, To meet your God prepare; For, lo! the seventh angel pours His phial in the air. Lo! from their seats the mountains leap, The mountains are not found; Transported far into the deep, And in the ocean drowned. Who then shall live, and face the throne, And face the Judge severe? When heaven and earth are fled and gone, O where shall I appear? Now, only now, against that hour We may a place provide; Beyond the grave, beyond the power Of hell, our spirits hide: Firm in the all destroying shock, May view the final scene; For, lo! the everlasting Rock Is cleft to take us in.

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