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Where have we gleaned to-day, Lord,
 What have we done for Thee,
Who wast for our salvation
 Nailed to the shameful tree?

The fields are ripe for harvest!
 O Lord! our faith renew,
And buckle on the armor
 Of soldiers, steadfast, true;
May we be nothing daunted,
 But "go forth" in thy name.
The gospel of salvation
 To thy lost sheep proclaim.

The fields are ripe for harvest!
 May we ne'er go astray,
But guide the blind and fallen
 Into "the narrow way";
So, in the last great Harvest,
 Full-ripened sheaves we'll bring,
That we may fill the garner
 Of Christ, our Lord and King.

SORROW-TAUGHT

I never knew the height and depth
 Of my dear Father's love
Until, through suffering, I learned
 His tenderness to prove;
Through rifts in darkest clouds I see
 Light coming from above.

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