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<h2>A HANDFUL OF LEAVES</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“As long as it is day, we must do the work of Him Who sent Me. Night is coming, when no one can work.” John 9:4</h3></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_c_r_crosby_fj_1872.jpg" alt="Fanny Crosby, 1872" width="131.333333333333" height="216.666666666667"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_r_crosby_fj.html" target="_blank">Frances Jane (Fanny) Crosby</a>, 1880, in <em>Songs of Redeeming Love No. 2</em>, edited by John R. Sweney, C. C. McCabe, T. C. O’Kane, and William J. Kirkpatrick (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: John J. Hood, 1887).
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<p><em>Music:</em><a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_w_sweney_jr.html" target="_blank"> John Robson Sweney</a> </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_h_a_handfull.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_s_w_sweney_jr.jpg" alt="John Robson Sweney (1837-1899)" width="131.333333333333" height="182"></td>
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<p>What! sitting at ease when there’s work to be done!<br>
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The best of the day half its circuit has run;<br>
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Yon orb to its zenith rides forth in the sky;<br>
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What! sitting at ease and the harvest so nigh!</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p class="refrain">Oh, look on the fields, that already are white;<br>
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The Lord hath commanded to work in the light;<br>
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Beware lest, instead of the bright, golden sheaves,<br>
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We bring to Him only a handful of leaves.</p>
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<p>What! sitting at ease, leaving others the toil<br>
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Of training the vineyard and tilling the soil;<br>
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This truth in our mind let us constantly keep,<br>
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From seed what we scatter the fruit we shall reap.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p>What! sitting at ease, when a burden of care<br>
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Our brother has borne we might help him to bear;<br>
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Oh, let us be earnest, and work while we may,<br>
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The Master is calling, arise and away.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p>No longer at ease we are folding our hands,<br>
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But, willing to do what the Savior commands,<br>
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We’ll work till the harvest, then gather the sheaves,<br>
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And bring to Him more than a handful of leaves.</p>
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