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To the harvest fields I will gladly go,
In the service of my King,
With a song of love
to the faint and low,
In the service of my King!
In the service of my King,
In the service of my King!
It is glory there, joy beyond compare,
In the service of my King.
Let me ever work
with a willing hand,
In the service of my King,
Guided by His Word,
heeding each command,
In the service of my King!
In the service of my King,
In the service of my King!
It is glory there, joy beyond compare,
In the service of my King.
Let me win some soul
that his life may be
In the service of my King;
Let me sing some song
that will make me free,
In the service of my King!
In the service of my King,
In the service of my King!
It is glory there, joy beyond compare,
In the service of my King.
Just a kindly word
or a song of prayer,
In the blessèd service of my King,
That the lost may turn
and His glory share,
In the blessèd service of my King!
In the service of my King,
In the service of my King!
It is glory there, joy beyond compare,
In the service of my King.
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Meter:
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10 7 10 7 and refrain
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Bible Refs:
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Rm 15:17;
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IN THE SERVICE OF MY KING
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10 7 10 7 and refrain
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1919
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