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O Christian! do not falter,
The harvest field is white,
And many souls are sinking
Into eternal night.
The harvest bells are ringing,
We hear them night and day;
The harvest bells are pealing,
Go work, and watch, and pray;
The harvest bells are pealing,
Go work, watch, pray.
O reapers! quickly gather
The precious golden sheaves,
That day and night are falling
Like autumn’s withered leaves.
The harvest bells are ringing,
We hear them night and day;
The harvest bells are pealing,
Go work, and watch, and pray;
The harvest bells are pealing,
Go work, watch, pray.
So few we find the lab’rers,
The harvest, oh, how great!
Then slumber not, dear Christian,
For soon ’twill be too late.
The harvest bells are ringing,
We hear them night and day;
The harvest bells are pealing,
Go work, and watch, and pray;
The harvest bells are pealing,
Go work, watch, pray.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 and refrain
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Dates:
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1882
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Bible Refs:
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Jn 4:35;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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THE HARVEST BELLS
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 and refrain
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