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Matius 9:37

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal