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“Who shall I send,” the Savior is saying,
“Forth to the fields of waving grain?”
Who will today, the summons obeying,
Gather the sheaves that strew the plain?
“Who shall I send?
Forth to the fields of harvest white?
Who shall I send?” the Savior is saying;
Who in His service will take delight?
Look to the fields, the harvest is whitening,
Quickly the Master’s call obey;
Early to toil, the skies are now brightening,
Gather the golden sheaves today.
“Who shall I send?
Forth to the fields of harvest white?
Who shall I send?” the Savior is saying;
Who in His service will take delight?
Forth to the world in wickedness lying,
Sounding the message strong and clear;
Plead with the souls the Gospel defying,
Waking the lost to hope and cheer.
“Who shall I send?
Forth to the fields of harvest white?
Who shall I send?” the Savior is saying;
Who in His service will take delight?
Haste, ere the time of harvest has ended,
Haste ere the strife and toil is o’er;
Soon will the joy of reapers be blended
With the redeemed forevermore.
“Who shall I send?
Forth to the fields of harvest white?
Who shall I send?” the Savior is saying;
Who in His service will take delight?
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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10 8 10 8 and refrain
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1897
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Bible Refs:
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Is 6:8;
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WHO SHALL I SEND
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10 8 10 8 and refrain
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