“When Jesus comes to reward His servants, whether it be noon or night, faithful to Him will He find us watching, with our lamps trimmed and burning bright?”
Brothers and sisters, “Can we say that we are ready, ready for the soul’s bright home? Say, will He find you and I watching and waiting for the Lord to come? If at the dawn of the morning, should He call us one by one, when the Lord will restore our talents, will He say to us, well done? Have we been true to the trust that He left us, did we seek to do our best? If in our hearts we’ve made him a home, we shall have a glorious rest. Blessed are those whom the Lord finds watching, in His glory they shall share. If he shall come at the dawn or midnight, will He find us watching there?”
My brothers and sisters in Christ, “Are you sitting idle? Still, there is work to do; in the Master’s vineyard, there is a place for you, so be a faithful servant, and ever ready stand, where the Master calls you, lend a helping hand.”
“Lend a hand, O, lend a hand, lend a helping hand, weary ones are falling, lend a helping hand, Jesus still is calling, lend a helping hand. Is your voice now silent? There are songs to sing, come and swell the chorus, make his praises ring. Till the strains are wafted, over sea and land, reaching up to heaven, lend a helping hand. Do your prayers no longer reach the throne of grace? Asking that some wanderer might his steps retrace? Earnest prayer may keep him, from the sinking stand, yours today may save him, lend a helping hand.”
“Sowing to the Spirit, sowing day by day, dropping seeds of kindness, all along the way. Sowing to the Spirit, trusting in the Lord, sweet will be the labor, and more blessed the reward.”
“Sowing in the Spirit, praying as we go, from the seed we scatter, soon the blade will grow. Sowing and believing, God will send the rain, we shall see before us, fields of golden grain. Sowing to the Spirit, though our faith be small, sowing in our weakness, though the tears may fall, sowing late and early, till our work is o’re; then will come the reaping, joy for evermore.”
“Oh, scatter the seeds of loving deeds, along the fertile field, for grains will grow from what you sow, and a fruitful harvest yield.”
“Though sown in tears through weary tears, the seed will surely live, though great the cost, it is not lost, for God will fruitage give. The harvest home of God will come, and after toil and care, with joy untold your sheaves of gold, will all be garnered there. For when day by day long the way, the seeds of promise cast, the ripened grain from hill and plain, will be gathered home at last.”
“Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness, sowing in the noontide and the dewy eves, waiting for the harvest and the time of reaping we shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.” What a day, glorious day that will be!
“Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows, fearing neither clouds nor winter’s chilling breeze. By and by the harvest, and the labor ended, we shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Go then ever weeping, sowing for the Master, though the loss sustained, our spirits often grieve, when our weeping’s over, He will bid us welcome, we shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.” Lord, help me every day to sow in the morning, to sow seeds of kindness, sowing in the noontide and the dewy eves, and waiting for the harvest and the time of reaping, I will come rejoicing bringing in the sheaves.
“Leave not for tomorrow the work of today, for time like an arrow is speeding away, the harvest is ready, look out for the plain, go thrust in the sickle and gather the grain.” Are you ready?
“Leave not for tomorrow the work of today, the moments are precious, then why should we stay? The Master is calling again and again, go thrust in the sickle and gather the grain. Leave not for tomorrow the work for today, the summer is waning, no longer delay. The sheaves for the reaping wave bright o’re the plan, go thrust in the sickle and gather the grain.”
“Behold the Master now is calling, for reapers brave and true, the golden harvest fields are waiting, but laborers are few. Go forth with patience, love, and kindness, and in the Master’s name, the blessed news of free salvation, to all the world proclaim.”
My brothers and sisters in Christ, if you have answered the Master’s call, for reapers brave and true, “Go forth, and rescue those that perish, where sin and darkness reign, go lend a helping hand to save them, and break the tempter’s chain. Go bid the poor with joy and gladness, the feast of love to share, and He, the Bread of Life Eternal, will make them welcome there. Go forth, the summer days are waning, their light will soon be o’re, the solemn hour is quickly coming, when we can work no more.”
My brothers and sisters in Christ, let us get to work; “The fields are all ripening far and wide, and the world now is waiting for the harvest tide, but reapers are few and the work is great, and much will be lost should the harvest wait.”
“Oh, 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 home. Go out in the byways and search for them all, the wheat may be there in the weeds growing tall, then search in the highway and pass none by, but gather from all for the home on high. Oh, where are the reapers, oh who will come, and share in the glory of the harvest home? Oh, who will help us to garner in, the sheaves of good from the fields of sin? So, come out with your sickles ye sons of men, and gather together the golden grain, toil on till the Lord of the harvest come, then share in the joy of the harvest home.”
“The harvest truly is plentiful but the laborers are few.” My brothers and sisters in Christ, there is much work to be done in God’s vineyard. For the Lord our God shall come, and shall take the harvest home. Will you be among the sheaves of wholesome grain or be the tares that are cast into the fire?
“Come, ye thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home; all is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin. God our Maker doth provide for our wants to be supplied; come to God’s own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home. All the world is God’s own field, fruit as praise to God we yield; wheat and tares together sown are to 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. For the Lord our God shall come, and shall take the harvest home; from the field shall in that day all offenses purge away, giving angels charge at last in the fire the tares to cast; but the fruitful ears to store, in the garner evermore.”
Lord, you have given us so many reasons to give you thanks and praise. But, for myself who have wandered for so long and you sought me, and embraced me into your fold; is reason enough to give you abundant praise. Lord, I will forever enter into your gates with thanksgiving, and into your courts with praise. Thank you, Lord!
“Come, thou Fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing thy grace; streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me ever to adore Thee, may I still Thy goodness prove; while the hope of endless glory, fills my heart with joy and love. Here I raise mine Ebenezer; hither by Thy help I’ve come; and I hope, by Thy good pleasure, safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger, wandering from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, interposed His precious blood. O, to grace how great a debtor, daily I’m constrained to be! Let Thy goodness, like a fetter, bind me closer still to Thee. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love; here’s my heart, Lord, take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above.” Thank you, Lord!