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grain is bend-ing low,
as reapers! Who will be the first to
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Far and wide the ripened
O answer! Far
and wide the
Breez-es gently tly
Rouse ye, O sleep-ers, Ye are need-ed as
reap-ers, And the gold - en har-vest days are swiftly passing by.
No. 219. All Hail the Power of Jesus' Name.
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royal saves you maj - es
as - cribe, last-ing song,
And crown Him Lord
O Zion, Haste.
1.0 Zi-on, haste, thy mis-sion high fulfilling, To tell to all the 2. Be-hold how many thousands still are lying, Bound in the dark-some 3. Pro-claim to ev'ry peo-ple, tongue and na-tion That God in Whom they 4. Give of Thy sons to bear the message glorious; Give of thy wealth to
world that God is Light; That He who made all na-tions is not willing pris - on-house of sin, With none to tell them of the Sav-ior's dy - ing, live and move is love: Tell how He stooped to save His lost cre · a- tion, speed them on their way; Pour out thy soul for them in prayer vic-to-rious;
One soul should per - ish,
Tidings of peace;
Tidings of Jesus, Redemption and re-lease.
Onward, Ghristian Soldiers.
2. At the sign of
1. On-ward, Christian soldiers! Marching as to war, With the cross of Je - sus triumph Sa-tan's host doth flee; On, then, Christian sol-diers, my Moves the Church of God; Brothers, we are tread-ing people! Join our hap-py throng; Blend with ours your voices
Going on before! Christ, the royal Master, Leads a-gainst the foe;
we, to Christ the King,
March-ing as to war,
For-ward into bat
tle, See His ban-ner go!
Brothers, lift your voices, Loud your anthems raise. Onward, Christian soldiers!
With the cross of Je - sus Go-ing on before.
No. 222. It Game Upon the Midnight Glear.
E. H. Sears.
1. It came up on
the mid-night clear, That glo-rious ven skies they come, With peace-ful beneath life's crush-ing load, Whose forms are the days are has-t'ning on, By prophet
From an gels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold;
world; steps and slow, age of gold;
"Peace on the earth, good-will to men, From heav'n's all gracious King." A bove its sad and low ly plains They bend Look now! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly When peace shall 0 the earth Its an
hov-'ring wing, on the wing; splen-dors fling,
R. Storrs Willis.
The world in solemn still-ness lay To hear the
song of old, wings un - furled, bend - ing low, bards fore-told,