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Mazmur 126:5-6

Yakobus 3:18

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Mazmur 126:5-6

• [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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Hosea 10:12-13

• [Hos 10:12] Here From The World We Turn

  Here from the world we turn, Jesus to seek; Here may His loving voice tenderly speak! Jesus, our dearest Friend, while at Thy feet we bend, O let Thy smile descend! ’Tis Thee we seek. Come, holy Comforter, Presence divine, Now in our longing hearts graciously shine; O for Thy mighty power! O for a blessèd shower, Filling this hallowed hour with joy divine! Savior, Thy work revive; here may we see Those who are dead in sin quickened by Thee; Come to our hearts tonight, make every burden light; Cheer Thou our waiting sight; we long for Thee.

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• [Hos 10:12] Sowing With Song And Prayer

  Sowing by word and deed, Scattering precious seed, Telling the story of His love; Gladly the news proclaim, Jesus has come to reign, Wonderful Savior from above. Refrain Sowing in faith and prayer, Scattering everywhere Seeds of the truth in mercy, Sowing for others to share; From the wide fields of sin, Gathering wanderers in, Sowing the truth with song and prayer. Sing of His wondrous love, Sing of the home above, Blending with yonder sacred throng; Loud let our voices raise, Beautiful songs of praise, Sowing the Gospel in our song. Refrain Marching we onward go, Bravely we face the foe, Clad in the armor of our Lord; Ever our prayer shall be, Sowing, O Lord, for Thee, Guide us and teach us by Thy Word. Refrain

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Galatia 6:8-9

• [Gal 6:9] O Thou Who Dost To Man Accord

  O Thou Who dost to man accord His highest prize, his best reward, Thou Hope of all our race; Jesu, to Thee we now draw near, Our earnest supplications hear, Who humbly seek Thy face. With self accusing voice within, Our conscience tells of many a sin In thought, and word, and deed: O cleanse that conscience from all stain, The penitent restore again, From every burthen freed. If Thou reject us, who shall give Our fainting spirits strength to live? ’Tis Thine alone to spare; With cleansèd hearts to pray aright, And find acceptance in Thy sight, Be this our lowly prayer. ’This Thou has blest this solemn fast; So may its days by us be passed In self control severe, That, when our Easter morn we hail Its mystic feast we may not fail To keep with conscience clear. O blessèd Trinity, bestow Thy pardoning grace on us below, And shield us evermore; Until, within Thy courts above, We see Thy face, and sing Thy love, And with Thy saints adore.

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