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God’s words to thee are spoken:
“Go forth, the fields to reap”;
His promise is His token
That He thy soul will keep.
Heed not what voice may call thee,
Turn not one hour aside;
Though world and flesh entice thee,
Do thou in Christ confide.
He calls; why shouldst thou linger?
The harvest fields are white;
Should doubt or danger hinder,
Walk thou in God’s own light.
Go where and when He sends thee;
His will seek thou to know;
Thy God will ever lead thee,
And every step will show.
To all who go, obeying,
Rich promises He gives;
All needed strength conveying,
From Him who ever lives.
Thy way is straight before thee;
The gates are all unbarred;
While Mighty Love impels thee,
No pathway will be hard.
Go where the lost are dying,
Because of guilt and sin;
Go, on Love’s pinions flying,
For Christ the world to win.
His grace will e’er sustain thee,
His strength shall thee enshrine;
No foe shall e’er o’erwhelm thee,
While Christ the Lord is thine.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 D
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Dates:
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1911
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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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MISSIONARY CALL
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 D
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Dates:
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1911
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