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Lord, Thy servants forth are going,
Each has heard the Master’s call,
Seeds of life eternal sowing
In His name who died for all;
|:O sustain them :|
Till the shades of evening fall.
Then, where desert sands
are glowing
Neath the noontide’s sultry heat,
Living streams shall soon be flowing
Mid the meadow fair and sweet;
|:And a harvest :|
Shall their raptured vision greet.
Lo! Thy hand is now bestowing
Gifts abundant, rich and free;
Love, her wondrous debt still owing,
Brings Thy gifts again to Thee
|:That Thy kingdom :|
May extend from sea to sea.
Like the south wind gently blowing
Comes Thy Spirit’s breath of balm;
List! The sound is louder growing!
Look! The Lord makes bare His arm!
|:Hallelujah! :|
Wakes the universal psalm.
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 4 7 extended
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1962 | # 383 |
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PILGRIMAGE
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8 7 8 7 4 7
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| # 196 | E | | # 40 | Eb | | # 383 | Eb | | # 870 | Eb |
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