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At the feet of the Blessed Master




At the feet of the Blessèd Master
We would lay our garnered sheaves;
When we come, and all empty handed,
Surely sore the Master grieves!

Garnered sheaves
from the fields so white to harvest!
Garnered sheaves
richly yields life’s golden harvest!
At the feet of the Blessèd Master
We would lay our garnered sheaves.



While the fields then
are white with harvest,
And the laborers are few,
Let us strive well to fill the garner,
And be reapers staunch and true.

Garnered sheaves
from the fields so white to harvest!
Garnered sheaves
richly yields life’s golden harvest!
At the feet of the Blessèd Master
We would lay our garnered sheaves.



O the joy of successful labor!
O the joy of work well done!
O the joy of the Master’s praises
To the soul whose crown is won!

Garnered sheaves
from the fields so white to harvest!
Garnered sheaves
richly yields life’s golden harvest!
At the feet of the Blessèd Master
We would lay our garnered sheaves.


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LYRICS
Meter: 9 7 9 7 and refrain
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1888
      Bible Refs: Is 27:12;
      MUSIC
      Name: GARNERED SHEAVES
      Meter: 9 7 9 7 and refrain
      Writer(s):
        Dates:

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