. Voice of praise, no. 2 : a complete collection of scriptural, gospel, Sunday-school and praise service songs. he Forward! Forward! Tis the Lords command, -srr i V y i i i i y For-ward! For-ward! To the promised land; For - ward! For - ward! I 5? ^—]— let the cho - rus ring: -p • m—m—(z— y y y w-\ | We are sure to win with Christ, our King!JJ^jtL-fi: if? No. 76. C. H. G. To the Harvest Field. Chas. H. Gabbiel. —i , _i <— —j =—\ N w 0 49 1. A band of faithful reapers, we, 2. We are a faithful gleaning band, 3. The golden hours like moments fly, Who gather for e - ter - ni -
. Voice of praise, no. 2 : a complete collection of scriptural, gospel, Sunday-school and praise service songs. he Forward! Forward! Tis the Lords command, -srr i V y i i i i y For-ward! For-ward! To the promised land; For - ward! For - ward! I 5? ^—]— let the cho - rus ring: -p • m—m—(z— y y y w-\ | We are sure to win with Christ, our King!JJ^jtL-fi: if? No. 76. C. H. G. To the Harvest Field. Chas. H. Gabbiel. —i , _i <— —j =—\ N w 0 49 1. A band of faithful reapers, we, 2. We are a faithful gleaning band, 3. The golden hours like moments fly, Who gather for e - ter - ni - ty,And labor at our Lords command,And harvest days are passing by; 3 i The golden sheaves of ripened grain From ev-ryUn- yielding, loy - al, tried and true, For lo, theThen take thy rust-y sick - le down, And la - bor val-ley, hill and plain;reapers are but few;for a fadeless crown; m mm? i Our song is one the reapers singBe- hold the waving harvest field,Why will you i - dly stand and wait ? In honor of their Lord and KingAbund-ant with a golden yield;Behold, the hour is growing late!. The Master of the harvest wide. Who for a world of sinners hear the Lord of harvest say To all: Go reap for me to - you to judgment bring but leaves, While here are waiting golden sheaves ? m 1 L w—k J _T Copyright, MDCCCXCVI, by E. O. Excell. C. D. Tillman, owner. Used by per. ^ To the Harvest Field—Concluded. Chorus. i -I 1 i To the harvest field a - way, For the Master call - eth; There is work for 4L——m—^—p. mm—m-—m- 1 I rp^—I—T1—*f~Tf~ *4- ~rp—i r I I 1 El? =r*= all to- Ere the darkness fall - eth. Swiftly do the moments fly,-m-- -*~ _ „ i i i -l-C Harvest days are go - ing by, Go- ing, go - ing, go - ing, go - ing by. No. 77. Ernest Williams. i Thou Art My Friend. -i—i- Herbert J. Lacey. I I 1. Thou art my Friend, 0 Sav - iour dear, And by my side art ev - er near; 2. Thou art my King, 0 Mas - ter true, And biddst me on thin
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