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Hymns and Tunes 1886 466

O Where Are the Reapers?

Words: Eliza R. RasfordMusic: Geo. F. Root

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1O where are the reapers that garner in The sheaves of the good from the fields of sin? With sickles of truth must the work be done, And no one may rest till the harvest's won.

RefrainAnd no one may rest till the harvest's home. The call of the Lord of the harvest; O where are the reapers? O who will come And share in the glory of the harvest home? O who will help us to garner in The sheaves of good from the fields of sin?

2Go out in the byways and search them all; The wheat may be there, though the weeds grow tall; Then search in the highway, and pass none by; But gather from all for the home on high.

3The fields all are ripening and far and wide The wave now is swelling, the harvest tide; But reapers are few, and the work is great, And much will be lost should the harvest wait.

4So come with your sickles, ye sons of men, And gather together the golden grain; Toil on till the Lord of the harvest come, Then share ye his joy in the harvest home.

Scripture
Joel 3:13

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The verse

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Verse 1

O where are the reapers that garner in The sheaves of the good from the fields of sin? With sickles of truth must the work be done, And no one may rest till the harvest's won.˘/˘˘/˘˘/˘˘˘/˘˘/˘˘/˘/˘/˘˘//˘/˘/˘˘/˘//˘/˘/40A

Verse 2

Go out in the byways and search them all; The wheat may be there, though the weeds grow tall; Then search in the highway, and pass none by; But gather from all for the home on high.//˘˘//˘/˘/˘/˘˘//˘/////˘˘//˘//˘˘/˘˘/˘˘/˘/40A

Verse 3

The fields all are ripening and far and wide The wave now is swelling, the harvest tide; But reapers are few, and the work is great, And much will be lost should the harvest wait.˘//˘/˘˘˘/˘/˘//˘/˘˘/˘/˘/˘˘/˘˘/˘/˘/˘˘/˘˘/˘/41A

Verse 4

So come with your sickles, ye sons of men, And gather together the golden grain; Toil on till the Lord of the harvest come, Then share ye his joy in the harvest home.˘/˘˘/˘//˘/˘/˘˘/˘˘/˘//˘/˘/˘˘/˘////˘/˘˘/˘/40A

Refrain

And no one may rest till the harvest's home. The call of the Lord of the harvest; O where are the reapers? O who will come And share in the glory of the harvest home? O who will help us to garner in The sheaves of good from the fields of sin?˘˘/˘//˘/˘/˘/˘˘/˘˘/˘˘/˘˘/˘˘˘˘/˘/˘˘/˘˘˘/˘/˘˘˘/˘˘/˘˘˘/˘/˘˘/˘/58A

Counted by machine from the CMU Pronouncing Dictionary. It cannot hear emphasis or a poet’s licence, so treat it as a place to start reading, not the last word.