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_Spiritual Harvest._
Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness, Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve; Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping, We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.
Cho.--Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves, We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves; Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves, We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.
2 Sowing in the suns.h.i.+ne, sowing in the shadows, Fearing neither clouds nor winter's chilling breeze; By and by the harvest and the labor ended, We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.
3 Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master, Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves; When our weeping's over, he will bid us welcome; We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.
Knowles Shaw.
418 Crown After Cross. P.M.
_Tears and Joy._
Light after darkness, Gain after loss, Strength after weariness, Crown after cross, Sweet after bitter, Song after sigh, Home after wandering, Praise after cry.
Cho.--Now comes the weeping, Then the glad reaping; Now comes the labor hard, Then the reward.
2 Sheaves after sowing, Sun after rain, Sight after mystery, Peace after pain, Joy after sorrow, Calm after blast, Rest after weariness, Sweet rest at last.
3 Near after distant, Gleam after gloom, Love after loneliness, Life after tomb.
After long agony, Rapture of bliss; Right was the pathway Leading to this.
Frances R. Havergal.
419 I Love to Tell the Story. 7s. & 6s. D.
_The Old, Old Story._
I love to tell the story Of unseen things above, Of Jesus and his glory, Of Jesus and his love!
I love to tell the story, Because I know it's true; It satisfies my longings, As nothing else would do.
Cho.--I love to tell the story!
'Twill be my theme in glory, To tell the old, old story Of Jesus and his love.
2 I love to tell the story!
More wonderful it seems, Than all the golden fancies Of all our golden dreams.
I love to tell the story!
It did so much for me!
And that is just the reason, I tell it now to thee.
3 I love to tell the story!
'Tis pleasant to repeat What seems, each time, I tell it, More wonderfully sweet.
I love to tell the story!
For some have never heard The message of salvation From G.o.d's own Holy Word.
4 I love to tell the story!
For those who know it best Seem hungering and thirsting To hear it like the rest.
And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the new, new song, 'Twill be--the old, old story That I have loved so long.
Miss Kate Hankey, 1867.
420 Only a Word. P.M.
_Speaking for Christ._
Only a word for Jesus, Spoken in fear with sense of need; Yet, with the Master's blessing, Thousands that word may feed.
Cho.--Give me a word for thee, Master!
Give me a word for thee!
To speak thy praise, Some soul to raise, Oh, give me a word for thee.
2 Only a word for Jesus, Gentle and low with falt'ring breath; Yet, with the Spirit's thrilling, Winning a soul from death.
3 Only a word for Jesus, Only a wav'ring soul to hear; Yet, thro' increasing ages, Widen its help and cheer.
4 Only a word for Jesus, Feeble the love and praise appear: Angels their songs are ceasing, Glad this new note to hear.
E. S. Lorenz.
421 Is Your Lamp Still Burning? P.M.
_Waiting His Coming._
Are you Christ's light bearer?
Of his joy a sharer?
Is this dark world fairer For your cheering ray?
Is your beacon lighted, Guiding souls benighted To the land of perfect day?
Cho.--Oh, brother, is your lamp trimmed and burning?
Is the world made brighter by its cheering ray?
Are you ever waiting For your Lord's returning?
Are you watching day by day?
2 Is your heart warm glowing, With his love o'erflowing, And his goodness showing More and more each day?
Are you pressing onward, With Christ's faithful vanguard, In the safe and narrow way?
3 Keep your altars burning, Wait your Lord's returning, While your heart's deep yearning Draws him ever near; With his radiance splendid Shall your light be blended When his glory shall appear?
Priscilla J. Owens.
422 Will Jesus Find Us Watching? P.M.
