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One by one the sheaves are gathered,
And we see them borne away
To the feet of our Redeemer,
In the peaceful realms of day;
One by one the patient reapers
Hear the voice that whispers, come,
And they catch the distant music
Of the blessed harvest-home.
Harvest-home, O happy voices,
That forevermore shall ring.
Harvest-home among the angels,
In the presence of the King.
One by one the sheaves are gathered,
As the sunset hour draws near;
One by one the clouds are lifted.
And the evening skies are clear;
One by one our brother toilers
Safely cross the billlow's foam,
And they waft to us the echo
Of the blessed harvest-home.
Harvest-home, O happy voices,
That forevermore shall ring.
Harvest-home among the angels,
In the presence of the King.
One by one, our labor ended,
At the river we shall stand,
And with those that wait our coming
We shall reach our Father-land;
Then we lay our sheaves, though humble.
At our Saviour's feet above.
And receive his precious welcome
In a home where all is love.
Harvest-home, O happy voices,
That forevermore shall ring.
Harvest-home among the angels,
In the presence of the King.
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8 7 8 7 D r 8 7 8 7
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1893 | # 30 |
MUSIC
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IN THE PRESENCE OF THE KING
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8 7 8 7 D r 8 7 8 7
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