Earth, with all its sin and sad-ness, Seems a happy place to day. A-men.
2 If the flowers that fade so quickly,
If a day that ends in night,
If the skies that clouds so thickly
Often cover from our sight,-
If they all have so much beauty,
What must be God's land of rest,
Where His sons that do their duty,
After many toils are blest?
3 There are leaves that never wither; There are flowers that ne'er decay: Nothing evil goeth thither;
Nothing good is kept away. They that came from tribulation,
Washed their robes and made them Out of every tongue and nation, [white, Now have rest, and peace, and light.
Come to God's own tem- ple, come, Raise the song of Har-vest-Home.
2 All the world is God's own field,
Fruit unto His praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown:
First the blade, and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear:
Lord of harvest, grant that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.
3 For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take His harvest home;
From His field shall in that day
All offences purge away;
Give His angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast,
But the fruitful ears to store
In His Garner evermore.
4 Even so, Lord, quickly come,
To Thy final Harvest-Home!
Gather Thou Thy people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin;
1uere for ever purified,
In Thy Presence to abide:
Come, with all Thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious Harvest-Home!
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1. Now thank we all our God, With heart and hands and voic
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