| In the harvest field now ripened
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| There’s a work for all to do;
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| Hark! |
| the Master’s voice is calling,
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| To the harvest calling you.
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| Does the place you’re called to labor
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| Seem so small and little known?
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| It is great if God is in it,
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| And He’ll not forget His own.
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| Little is much when God is in it!
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| Labor not for wealth or fame;
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| There’s a crown, and you can win it,
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| If you go in Jesus' name.
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| When the conflict here is ended
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| And our race on earth is run,
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| He will say, if we are faithful,
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| «Welcome home, My child—well done!»
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| In the mad rush of the broad way,
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| In the hurry and the strife,
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| Tell of Jesus' love and mercy,
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| Give to them the Word of Life.
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| Are you laid aside from service,
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| Body worn from toil and care?
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| You can still be in the battle,
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| In the sacred place of prayer. |