Hymn 313

VERSE 1
Brethren arise, the trumpet calls,
The field is wide but reapers few;
With heart and soul and might as Paul
Serve ye the Lord with honour due.

VERSE 2
To God's harvest hastily come,
Increase the hands of reapers few;
Never delay, His warning heed,
To serve under sun, rain or dew.

VERSE 3
The field is wide with ripen fruits;
The juicy fruits of Gospel word,
Which all our sins and weakness strip
Remoulding us all unto God.

VERSE 4
He that cometh shall wages take,
Fruits of eternal life gather;
No more sorrow or strife perceive,
But dwell in joy with The Father.

Amen

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