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Lukas 10:18

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Wahyu 12:7-10

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Yesaya 34:4

• [Yes 34:4] Behold, What Light Rolls Back The Sky?

  Behold, what light rolls back the sky? What fear and trepidation! The trumpets blast a vict’ry cry For ransomed congregations. And leading them, their sovereign head, Is Christ the judge of quick and dead, Demanding exultation. No doubt or atheistic thought Shall then deny God’s power. Those who against his gospel fought Shall wail and gnash and cower. For those who claim they could not know, Creation’s witness here below Condemns them in that hour. The spirit-called and blood-redeemed Shall have full vindication, Enjoying God with bliss undreamed In holy consummation. And those that sleep in Christ, who rise With flesh made new before their eyes, Receive glorification. Then let our voice erupt in song In prayer for His returning. Be pleased, Lord, not to tarry long To end creation’s yearning. Acquitted at your judgement seat, We’ll cast our crowns before your feet— Not ours but Christ’s the earning.

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Lukas 10:2

• [Luk 10:2] Earth, O Lord, Is One Wide Field, The

  The earth, O Lord, is one wide field Of all Thy chosen seed; The crop prepared its fruit to yield; The laborers are few indeed. We therefore come before Thee now With fasting, and with prayer, Beseeching of Thy love that Thou Wouldst send more laborers there. Not for our land alone we pray, Though that above the rest; The realms and islands far away, O let them all be blest. Endue the bishops of Thy flock With wisdom and with grace, Against false doctrine, like a rock, To set the heart and face. To all Thy priests Thy truth reveal, And make Thy judgments clear; Make Thou Thy deacons full of zeal, And humble, and sincere. And give their flocks a lowly mind To hear and to obey; That each and all may mercy find At Thine appearing day.

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• [Luk 10:2] Labor On

  In the harvest field there is work to do, For the grain is ripe, and the reapers few; And the Master’s voice bids the workers true Heed the call that He gives today. Refrain Labor on, labor on, Keep the bright reward in view, For the Master has said He will strength renew; Labor on till the close of day. Crowd the garner well with its sheaves all bright, Let the song be glad, and the heart be light, Fill the precious hours ere the shades of night Take the place of the golden day. Refrain In the gleaner’s path may be rich reward, Tho’ the time seems long, and the labor hard; For the Master’s joy, with His chosen shared, Drives the gloom from the darkest day. Refrain Lo! the Harvest Home in the realms above Shall be gained by each who has toiled and strove, When the Master’s voice, in His words of love, Calls away to eternal day. Refrain

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• [Luk 10:2] Lo! The Golden Fields Are Smiling

  Lo! the golden fields are smiling, Wherefore idle shouldst thou be? Great the harvest, few the workers, And the Lord hath need of thee. Go and work, the time is waning, Let thy earnest heart reply To the call so oft repeated, “Blessèd Master, here am I.” Refrain Hark! the song, the song of busy workers, In the fields so fair to see; Go and fill thy place among them, For the Lord hath need of thee. Take the balm of consolation That so oft has cheered thy heart; Let some weary brother toiler, In thy comfort share a part. Go and lift the heavy burden, He has struggled long to bear, Go, and kneeling down beside him, Blend thy faith with his in prayer. Refrain Go and gather souls for Jesus; Precious souls thy love may win; Lead them to the door of mercy; Tell them how to enter in. Go and gather souls for Jesus; Work while strength and breath remain; What are years of constant labor To the joy thou yet shalt gain? Refrain Go, then, work, the Master calleth; Go, no longer idle be; Waste no more thy precious moments, For the Lord hath need of Thee. Once He gave His life thy ransom, That thy soul with Him might live; Now the service He demandeth Can thy heart refuse to give? Refrain

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• [Luk 10:2] Lord Of The Living Harvest

  Lord of the living harvest That whitens o’er the plain, Where angels soon shall gather Their sheaves of golden grain, Accept these hands to labor, These hearts to trust and love, And deign with them to hasten Thy kingdom from above. As laborers in Thy vineyard, Lord, send them out to be Content to bear the burden Of weary days for Thee. To ask no other wages When Thou shalt call them home But to have shared the travail Which makes Thy kingdom come. Be with them, God the Father; Be with them, God the Son; And God the Holy Spirit, Most blessèd Three in One. Make them Thy faithful servants Thee rightly to adore And fill them with Thy fullness Both now and evermore.

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• [Luk 10:2] Not By Thy Mighty Hand

  Not by Thy mighty hand, Thy wondrous works alone, But by the marvels of Thy Word, Thy glory, Lord, is known. Forth from the eternal gates, Thine everlasting home, To sow the seed of truth alone, Thou didst vouchsafe to come. And still from age to age, Thou, gracious Lord, hast been The Bearer forth of goodly seed, The Sower still unseen. And Thou wilt come again, And Heav’n beneath Thee bow, To reap the harvest Thou hast sown, Sower and Reaper Thou. Watch, Lord, Thy harvest field, With Thine unsleeping eye, The children of the kingdom keep To Thy epiphany! That, when in Thy great day The tares shall severed be, We may be surely gathered in With all Thy saints to Thee.

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• [Luk 10:2] O Christ, Forget Not Them Who Stand

  O Christ, forget not them who stand Thy vanguard in the distant land, In flood, in flame, in dark, in dread, Sustain, we pray, each lifted head. Thine is the work they strive to do, Their foes so many, they so few, Be with Thine own, Thy loved, who stand, Christ’s vanguard, in the storm swept land.
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• [Luk 10:2] O Where Are The Reapers?

  O where are the reapers that garner in The sheaves of the good from the fields of sin? With sickles of truth must the work be done, And no one may rest till the “harvest home.” Refrain Where are the reapers? O who will come And share in the glory of the “harvest home”? O who will help us to garner in The sheaves of good from the fields of sin? Go out in the byways and search them all; The wheat may be there but the weeds are tall; Then search in the highway, and pass none by; But gather them all for the home on high. Refrain The fields are all ripening, and far and wide The world now is waiting the harvest tide: But reapers are few, and the work is great, And much will be lost should the harvest wait. Refrain So come with your sickles, ye sons of men, And gather together the golden grain; Toil on till the Lord of the harvest come, Then share ye His joy in the “harvest home.” Refrain

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• [Luk 10:2] Sing To The Lord Of Harvest

  Sing to the Lord of harvest, Sing songs of love and praise; With joyful hearts and voices Your alleluias raise. By Him the rolling seasons In fruitful order move; Sing to the Lord of harvest, A joyous song of love. By Him the clouds drop fatness, The deserts bloom and spring, The hills leap up in gladness, The valleys laugh and sing. He filleth with His fullness All things with large increase, He crowns the year with goodness, With plenty and with peace. Bring to His sacred altar The gifts His goodness gave, The golden sheaves of harvest, The souls He died to save. Your hearts lay down before Him When at His feet you fall, And with your lives adore Him, Who gave His life for all. To God the gracious Father, Who made us “very good,” To Christ, who, when we wandered, Restored us with His blood, And to the Holy Spirit, Who doth upon us pour His blessèd dews and sunshine, Be praise forevermore!

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• [Luk 10:2] Spread, O Spread, Thou Mighty Word

  Spread, O spread, thou mighty Word, Spread the kingdom of the Lord, Wheresoe’er His breath has given, Life to beings meant for Heaven. Tell them how the Father’s will Made the world, and keeps it still, How He sent His Son to save All who help and comfort crave. Tell of our Redeemer’s love, Who forever doth remove By His holy sacrifice All the guilt that on us lies. Tell them of the Spirit given Now to guide us up to heaven, Strong and holy, just and true, Working both to will and do. Word of life, most pure and strong, Lo! for Thee the nations long, Spread, till from its dreary night All the world awakes to light. Up! the ripening fields ye see, Mighty shall the harvest be; But the reapers still are few, Great the work they have to do. Lord of harvest, let there be Joy and strength to work for Thee, Till the nations, far and near, See Thy light, and learn Thy fear.

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• [Luk 10:2] There’s A Garden

  There’s a garden whose walk we never have known; There’s a light within us that has never been shown, Refrain Lord let us all enter this radiant place, Holy realm filled with Your love, Your beauty, and grace. In this garden is fruit whose harvest is due, But the harvest is great and the laborers few. Refrain We are one with Your Love in Your garden so free; We all now take Your hand and know oneness with Thee. Refrain

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• [Luk 10:2] Up And Onward

  Up and onward, Christian workers, Life is fleeting, do not stray; Great the harvest, few the toilers, Up and onward, haste away! Refrain Haste away, then, Christian workers, Hear the deep, despairing call; Go and rescue those that perish, Lend a helping hand to all. Where the reapers bear their burdens In the toil and heat of day, Where the golden sheaves are waving, Up and onward, haste away! Refrain Where the conflict fiercely rages On the battlefield today, With our banner, shield and buckler, Up and onward, haste away! Refrain Consecrated to the service Of our Savior and our Lord; Ever faithful, true and earnest, We shall gain the great reward. Refrain

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• [Luk 10:2] Who Will Go?

  Hark! I hear a sound from o’er the water, ’Tis the cry of anguish and despair; ’Tis the cry of precious souls in darkness, While waiting for the light of Jesus, there; Hear the idle laborers near us saying, “Master what wilt Thou have me to do?” The harvest now is great, oh! haste, my brother, The reapers few. Refrain Who will go? Who will go? To the ends of the earth, Hast thou a passion for the lost? Dost thou realize what a soul is worth? Who will go? Who will go? Tell of Jesus’ death upon the tree? Oh! who will answer quickly, “Here am I, O Lord, send me”? Will you go and tell them of a Savior? Tell them how He suffered on the tree? Will you give your very life to save them? And tell them Jesus came to set them free? Will you take the way, endure the suffering? Finding in the cross your only rest? For suffering here with Jesus brings the glory, His ways are best. Refrain We will follow, we will follow Jesus, Willingly and gladly we’ll obey, He will never leave us nor forsake us, He is our Friend, our Comforter and Stay. Though He lead us o’er the briny ocean, Though He lead us o’er the sandy plain, We still will trust in Jesus Christ our Savior, Oh! praise His Name. Refrain After we’ve received the Spirit’s fullness, Filling all our hearts with love divine, We’re to witness to the blessèd Gospel, In every nation, country, land and clime, When we give the Gospel as a witness Unto every people far and near, With lightning flash, we’ll see in clouds of glory The King appear. Refrain

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Wahyu 12:7-10

• [Why 12:7] Where Shall My Wondering Soul Begin?

  Where shall my wondering soul begin? How shall I all to heaven aspire? A slave redeemed from death and sin, A brand plucked from eternal fire, How shall I equal triumphs raise, Or sing my great Deliverer’s praise? O how shall I the goodness tell, Father, which Thou to me hast showed? That I, a child of wrath and hell, I should be called a child of God, Should know, should feel my sins forgiven, Blessed with this antepast of Heaven! And shall I slight my Father’s love? Or basely fear His gifts to own? Unmindful of His favors prove? Shall I, the hallowed cross to shun, Refuse His righteousness to impart, By hiding it within my heart? No! though the ancient dragon rage, And call forth all his host to war, Though earth’s self-righteous sons engage Them and their god alike I dare; Jesus, the sinner’s friend, proclaim; Jesus, to sinners still the same. Outcasts of men, to you I call, Harlots, and publicans, and thieves! He spreads His arms to embrace you all; Sinners alone His grace receives; No need of Him the righteous have; He came the lost to seek and save. Come, O my guilty brethren, come, Groaning beneath your load of sin, His bleeding heart shall make you room, His open side shall take you in; He calls you now, invites you home; Come, O my guilty brethren, come! For you the purple current flowed In pardons from His wounded side, Languished for you the eternal God, For you the Prince of glory died: Believe, and all your sin’s forgiven; Only believe, and yours is Heaven!

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• [Why 12:10] Come, Kingdom Of Our God

  Come, kingdom of our God, Sweet reign of light and love! Shed peace and hope and joy abroad, And wisdom, from above. Over our spirits first Extend Thy healing reign; There raise and quench the sacred thirst That never pains again. Come, kingdom of our God! And make the broad earth Thine; Stretch o’er her lands and isles the rod That flowers with grace divine. Soon may all tribes be blest With fruit from life’s glad tree; And in its shade like brothers rest, Sons of one family. Come, kingdom of our God, And raise the glorious throne In worlds by the undying trod, When God shall bless His own.

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• [Why 12:10] To Thee And To Thy Christ, O God

  To Thee and to Thy Christ, O God, We sing, we ever sing; For He the lonely wine press trod, Our cup of joy to bring. His glorious arm the strife maintained, He marched in might from far; His robes were with the vintage stained, Red with the wine of war. To Thee and to Thy Christ, O God, We sing, we ever sing; For He invaded death’s abode, And robbed him of his sting. The house of dust enthralls no more, For He, the Strong to save, Himself doth guard that silent door, Great Keeper of the grave. To Thee and to Thy Christ, O God, We sing, we ever sing; For He hath crushed beneath His rod The world’s proud rebel king. He plunged in His imperial strength To gulfs of darkness down; He brought His trophy up at length, The foiled usurper’s crown. To Thee and to Thy Christ, O God, We sing, we ever sing; For He redeemed us with His blood From every evil thing. Thy saving strength His arm upbore, The arm that set us free: Glory, O God, forevermore Be to Thy Christ and Thee.

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