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The fields are all white,
And the reapers are few;
We children are willing,
But what can we do
To work for our Lord in His harvest?
Our hands are so small,
And our words are so weak:
We cannot teach others;
How then shall we seek
To work for our Lord in His harvest?
We’ll work by our prayers,
By the offerings we bring,
By small self-denials;
The least little thing
May work for our Lord in His harvest:
Until by and by,
As the years pass, at length
We too may be reapers,
And go forth in strength,
To work for our Lord in His harvest.
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Meter:
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5 6 6 5 9
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Dates:
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1881
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1965 | # 360 | | 1964 | # 649 | | 1954 | # 799 | | 1917 | # 2067 |
MUSIC
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HARVEST
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5 6 6 5 9
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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