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Mazmur 126:4-6

Zakharia 12:10

Yakobus 4:9

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Yeremia 31:9-10

• [Yer 31:10] Come, All Ye Sons Of God

  Come, all ye sons of God, who have received the priesthood, Go spread the Gospel wide, and gather in His people, The latter day work has begun, to gather scattered Israel in And bring them back to Zion to praise the Lamb. Come, all ye scattered sheep, and listen to your Shepherd, While you the blessing reap, which long have been predicted; By prophets long it’s been foretold He’ll gather you into His fold And bring you home to Zion to praise the Lamb. Repent and be baptized, and have your sins remitted, And get the Spirit’s zeal; O then you’ll be united; Go cast upon Him all your cares; He will regard your humble prayer And bring you home to Zion to praise the Lamb. And when your grief is o’er and ended your affliction, Your spirits then will soar to await the resurrection; And then His presence you’ll enjoy, in heavenly bliss your time employ, A thousand years in Zion to praise the Lamb.

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Mazmur 126:4-6

• [Mzm 126:6] Bringing In The Sheaves

  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. Refrain 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, Sowing in the sunshine, 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. Refrain 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. Refrain

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• [Mzm 126:6] Far And Near

  Far and near the fields are teeming With the waves of ripened grain; Far and near their gold is gleaming O’er the sunny slope and plain. Refrain Lord of harvest, send forth reapers! Hear us, Lord, to Thee we cry; Send them now the sheaves to gather Ere the harvest time pass by. Send them forth with morn’s first beaming, Send them in the noontide’s glare; When the sun’s last rays are gleaming, Bid them gather everywhere. Refrain O thou, whom thy Lord is sending, Gather now the sheaves of gold; Heav’nward then at evening wending, Thou shalt come with joy untold. Refrain

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• [Mzm 126:6] He That Goeth Forth With Weeping

  He that goeth forth with weeping, Bearing precious seed in love, Never tiring, never sleeping, Findeth mercy from above. Soft descend the dews of heaven, Bright the rays celestial shine; Precious fruits will thus be given Through an influence all divine. Sow thy seed; be never weary; Let no fears thy soul annoy; Be the prospect ne’er so dreary, Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy. Lo! the scene of verdure brightening, See the rising grain appear: Look again; the fields are whitening, For the harvest time is near.

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• [Mzm 126:6] Sow In The Morn Thy Seed

  Sow in the morn thy seed, At eve hold not thy hand; To doubt and fear give thou no heed, Broadcast it o’er the land. Thou know’st not which may thrive, The late or early sown; God keeps His precious seed alive, When and wherever thrown. And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength, The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, And the full corn at length. Thou canst not toil in vain; Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain For garners in the sky. Thence, when the glorious end, The day of God is come, The angels reapers shall descend, And Heav’n cry, “Harvest Home.”

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Yoel 2:12

• [Yl 2:12] By Precepts Taught Of Ages Past

  By precepts taught of ages past, Now let us keep again the fast, Which, year by year, in order meet Of forty days is made complete. The law and seers that were of old In divers ways this Lent foretold, Which Christ Himself, the Lord and Guide Of every season, sanctified. More sparing therefore let us make The words we speak, the food we take, Deny ourselves in mirth and sleep, In stricter watch our senses keep. In prayer together let us fall, And cry for mercy, one and all; And weep before the Judge, and say, O turn from us Thy wrath away. Thy grace have we offended sore By sins, O God, which we deplore; Pour down upon us from above The riches of Thy pardoning love. Remember, Lord, though frail we be, That yet Thine handiwork are we: Nor let the honor of Thy Name Be by another put to shame. Forgive the ill that we have wrought, Increase the good that we have sought; That we at length, our wanderings o’er, May please Thee now and evermore. Blest Three in One, and One in Three, Almighty God, we pray to Thee, That Thou wouldst now vouchsafe to bless Our fast with fruits of righteousness.

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• [Yl 2:12] Good It Is To Keep The Fast

  Good it is to keep the fast, Shadowed forth in ages past, Which our own Almighty Lord Hallowed by His deed and Word. Moses, while he fasted, saw God Who gave by him the law; To Elijah angels came, Steeds of fire and car of flame. So was Daniel meet to gaze On the sight of latter days And the Baptist to proclaim Blessings through the Bridegroom’s Name. Grant us, Lord, like them to be Oft in prayer and fast with Thee; Fill us with Thy heavenly might, Be our Joy and true Delight. Father, hear us through Thy Son, And the Spirit, with Thee One, Whom our thankful hearts adore, Ever and forevermore.

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Zakharia 12:10

• [Za 12:10] How Condescending And How Kind

  How condescending and how kind Was God’s eternal Son! Our misery reached His heav’nly mind, And pity brought Him down. When Justice, by our sins provoked, Drew forth its dreadful sword, He gave His soul up to the stroke Without a murm’ring word. He sank beneath our heavy woes, To raise us to His throne; There’s ne’er a gift His hand bestows But cost His heart a groan. This was compassion like a God, That when the Savior knew The price of pardon was His blood, His pity ne’er withdrew. Now, though He reigns exalted high, His love is still as great; Well He remembers Calvary, Nor let His saints forget. Here we behold His bowels roll, As kind as when He died; And see the sorrows of His soul Bleed through His wounded side. Here we receive repeated seals Of Jesus’ dying love: Hard is the wretch that never feels One soft affection move. Here let our hearts begin to melt, While we His death record, And with our joy for pardoned guilt, Mourn that we pierced the Lord.

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• [Za 12:10] Wake, Harp Of Zion

  Wake, harp of Zion, wake again, Upon thine ancient hill, On Jordan’s long deserted plain, By Kedron’s lowly rill. The hymn shall yet in Zion swell, That sounds Messiah’s praise, And thy loved Name, Emmanuel, As once in ancient days. For Israel yet shall own her King, For her salvation waits, And hill and dale shall sweetly sing, With praise in all her gates. O hasten, Lord, these promised days, When Israel shall rejoice, And Jew and Gentile join in praise, With one united voice!

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  source: Cyberhymnal