Yeah for sure! I first checked Hymnary but couldn't find it there, thankfully I had an old Stamps Quartet song book on hand that has it. Verse 1: In the harvest we should be reaping, for we have no time to be sleeping, and we ever should plod; No reward is given to shirkers, Ev'ry one should be a true worker in the harvest of God. Chorus: We'll be true (ever true) The journey thru (all the pilgrim way) And from the fold we will not roam, but we will work and sing for Heaven's King, until He calls His reapers home. Verse 2: Many souls around us are dying while the precious moments are flying, Brother answer the call; While the day of mercy is given seek the lost and point them to heaven, there is mercy for all. Verse 3: While we work the Master will bless us, in His arms He'll take and caress us, Giving comfort and love; As to Him glad sheaves we are bringing we'll be true and ever keep singing, till He calls his reapers home.
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Thank you for posting this gem. Nice to hear an O.A. Parris song I wasn’t familiar with.
May I request for the lyrics of this one, thank you.
Yeah for sure! I first checked Hymnary but couldn't find it there, thankfully I had an old Stamps Quartet song book on hand that has it.
Verse 1:
In the harvest we should be reaping, for we have no time to be sleeping, and we ever should plod;
No reward is given to shirkers, Ev'ry one should be a true worker in the harvest of God.
Chorus:
We'll be true (ever true) The journey thru (all the pilgrim way) And from the fold we will not roam,
but we will work and sing for Heaven's King, until He calls His reapers home.
Verse 2:
Many souls around us are dying while the precious moments are flying, Brother answer the call;
While the day of mercy is given seek the lost and point them to heaven, there is mercy for all.
Verse 3:
While we work the Master will bless us, in His arms He'll take and caress us, Giving comfort and love;
As to Him glad sheaves we are bringing we'll be true and ever keep singing, till He calls his reapers home.