Praise and WorshipPraise and Worship August 16, 2008

Watchman, Blow the Gospel trumpetEvery soul a warning give

Whosoever hears the messageMay repent, and turn and live

CHORUSBlow the trumpet, trusty watchman

Blow it loud o’er land and sea;God’s commission, spread the message

Every captive may be free

Sound it loud o’er every hill topGloomy shade and sunny plain

Ocean depths repeat the messageFull salvation’s glad refrain

CHORUSBlow the trumpet, trusty watchman

Blow it loud o’er land and sea;God’s commission, spread the

messageEvery captive may be free

Sound it in the hedge and highwayEarth’s dark spots where exiles roam

Let it tell all things are readyFather waits to welcome home

CHORUSBlow the trumpet, trusty watchman

Blow it loud o’er land and sea;God’s commission, spread the message

Every captive may be free

Sound it for the heavy ladenWeary, longing to be free

Sound a Savior’s invitationSweetly saying, “Come to me.”

CHORUSBlow the trumpet, trusty watchman

Blow it loud o’er land and sea;God’s commission, spread the message

Every captive may be free….

Going afar upon the mountainsBringing the wand’rer back again

Into the fold of my RedeemerJesus, the lamb for sinners slain

Seeking the lost-and pointing to JesusSouls that are weak and hearts that

are soreLeading them forth in ways of

salvationShowing the path to life evermore

CHORUSGoing afar upon the mountains

Bringing the wand’rer back againInto the fold of my Redeemer

Jesus, the lamb for sinners slain

Far and near the fields are teemingWith the sheaves of ripened grainFar and near their gold is gleaming

O’er the sunny slope and plain

CHORUSLord of harvest, send forth reapers

Hear us Lord, to Thee we crySend them now the sheaves to gather

Ere the harvest time pass by

WHERE ARE THE REAPERS

The fields all are ripening And far and wide

The world now is waiting the harvest tide

But reapers are few and the work is greatAnd much will be lost

should the harvest wait

CHORUSWhere are the reapers?

O who will comeAnd share in the glory Of the harvest home?

O who will help us to garner inThe sheaves of good

From the fields of sin?

HARK, ‘TIS THE SHEPHERD’S VOICE

Out in the desert hear them cryOut on the mountain wild and high

Hark! ‘tis the Master speaks to thee,“Go find my sheep where’er they be.”

CHORUSBring them in, bring them in

Bring them in from the fields of sinBring them in, bring them inBring the wanderers to Jesus

HARK! THE VOICE OF JESUSWhile the souls of men are dying

And the Master calls for youLet none hear you idly saying,

“There is nothing I can do!”Gladly take the task He gives you

Let His work your pleasure beAnswer quickly when He calleth,

“Here am I, O Lord send me.”

Work for the night is comingWork through the morning hoursWork while the dew is sparkling

Work ‘mid springing flowersWork while the day grows brighter

Under the glowing sunWork for the night is coming

When man’s work is done

Work for the night is comingWork through the sunny noonFill brightest hours with labor

Rest comes sure and soonGive every flying minute

Something to keep in store work for the night is comingWhen man works no more

Work for the night is comingUnder the sunset skies

While their bright tints are glowingWork for daylight flies

Work tll the last beam fadethFadeth to shine no more

Work for the Lord is coming when man’s work is o’er.