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FINAL HARVEST




Lift up your joyful eyes and see
A plenteous harvest all around,
The crop matured, and not a grain
Shall useless fall upon the ground.


A harvest of immortal souls,
Prepared by sovereign grace and power;
Nor heat nor cold, nor winds nor storms,
Shall hurt, nor birds of prey devour.


An arm divine protects the saints,
Omniscience visits their abode,
And he’ll conduct them safely home,
Their kind protector and their God.


Oh happy day, when every sheaf
Ripened for glory shall be found;
When all the saints are gathered in,
The joy of harvest shall resound.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1818
      Bible Refs: Job 5:26; Ps 72:16; Mt 13:39; Jn 4:35;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1818# 730
      MUSIC
      Name: CHURCH TRIUMPHANT
      Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1874
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