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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>REAPERS ARE NEEDED</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest.” John 4:35</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_b_e_beazley_sw.jpg" alt="Samuel W. Beazley (1873-1944)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="121.333333333333" height="198.666666666667"><em>Words</em>: <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_d_e_dearmon_l.html">Lizzie DeArmond</a>, <em>circa</em> 1910.</p>
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<p><em>Music</em>: <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_e_beazley_sw.html" target="_blank">Samuel W. Beazley</a> </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_r_e_reapersn.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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<p>Hark to the music resounding,<br>
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Reapers are needed today;<br>
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Fields are all white, to the harvest<br>
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Let us be up and away!<br>
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Ever the Master is calling,<br>
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Hasten! the shadows are falling;<br>
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On to the harvest field,<br>
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Gather the golden yield,<br>
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Precious sheaves.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p class="refrain">Hark! hark! comes the song,<br>
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On! on! join the throng;<br>
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Forth with joyful, loving heart,<br>
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Bravely do your part;<br>
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Hark! hark! rings the call;<br>
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Haste! haste! one and all;<br>
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On where the harvest stands,<br>
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Waiting for willing hands<br>
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Souls to win.</p>
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<p>Forward with hearts full of gladness,<br>
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Reapers, I pray you, make haste;<br>
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Grain there is ready and waiting,<br>
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If not soon gathered, will waste;<br>
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Then let us hear you replying,<br>
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Labor with courage undying,<br>
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Send up a word of cheer,<br>
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Tell of the rest so near,<br>
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Rest at home.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p>Hark to the song they are singing!<br>
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See, they have treasures so rare;<br>
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Soon will the harvest be ended,<br>
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Haste, then, their trophies to share.<br>
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Let no one be idly dreaming,<br>
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Look! look! the harvest is gleaming,<br>
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Join ye the reaping band,<br>
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Lend them a helping hand,<br>
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Ere the night.</p>
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