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Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light,
Behold the fields already white!
The glorious harvest now is come;
See ransom'd sinners flocking home.
Mov'd by the Spirit's softest wind.
Their hearts are all as one inclined;
Their former sins and follies mourn;
They bow, and to their God return.
Improve the harvest fleeing fast,
Ere yet the shining season's past,
When all the work of life shall end.
The last—the long dark night descend.
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LYRICS
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Jn 4:36;
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MUSIC
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DEEP HARMONY
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 514 | E | | # 281 | Eb | | # 59 | Eb | | # 322 | Eb |
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| 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) |
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