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O list to the music
that floats on the air,
The valleys are smiling,
the reapers are there;
The summer rewards us
with plenty again;
Then thrust in the sickle
and gather the grain.
Gather the grain, gather the grain;
Thanks for the sunshine,
the dew, and the rain;
Sunshine is yielding its harvest again,
Then thrust in the sickle
and gather the grain.
O why should we tarry
from labor today?
The reapers are calling,
and we must away;
The sky is unclouded
and soft is the wind;
The bright sheaves
are waving and ready to bind.
Gather the grain, gather the grain;
Thanks for the sunshine,
the dew, and the rain;
Sunshine is yielding its harvest again,
Then thrust in the sickle
and gather the grain.
We ask of the Master,
our strength to renew,
Tho’ great is the harvest,
the toilers are few;
We pray that to others
His grace He may give,
To work and be faithful
as long as they live.
Gather the grain, gather the grain;
Thanks for the sunshine,
the dew, and the rain;
Sunshine is yielding its harvest again,
Then thrust in the sickle
and gather the grain.
The harvest is passing,
to greet us no more,
The summer is ending,
and soon will be o’er;
Our moments neglected,
return not again—
Now thrust in the sickle
and gather the grain.
Gather the grain, gather the grain;
Thanks for the sunshine,
the dew, and the rain;
Sunshine is yielding its harvest again,
Then thrust in the sickle
and gather the grain.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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11 11 11 11 with refrain
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Dates:
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1901
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 9:37;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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GATHER THE GRAIN
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Meter:
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11 11 11 11 with refrain
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1901
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