When The Harvest Is PastWhen The Harvest Is Past

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When the harvest is pastand the summer is o'er,

When glean'd is the grain thatin rare beauty waved,How fearful my fate ifmy soul be not saved,

When the harvest is pastand the summer is o'er!

In vain, in vain the broad field, (the broad field,)In vain, in vain the rich yield, (the rich yield,)And the ripening grain of the harvest which

waved,Over hillside and plain, if our souls be not saved.

When the harvest is pastand the summer is o'er,

When glean'd is the grain thatin rare beauty waved,How fearful my fate ifmy soul be not saved,

When the harvest is pastand the summer is o'er!

In vain, in vain the broad field, (the broad field,)In vain, in vain the rich yield, (the rich yield,)And the ripening grain of the harvest which

waved,Over hillside and plain, if our souls be not saved.Words by A. P. Cobb / Music by J. H. FillmoreWords by A. P. Cobb / Music by J. H. Fillmore

When The Harvest Is PastWhen The Harvest Is Past

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Pray'rless sinner so dear,for whom Jesus has died,

He calls thee to laborobey, 'tis thy Lord,

Hear His voice, reap the grain andreceive thy reward,

Pray'rless sinner so dear,for whom Jesus has died.

In vain, in vain the broad field, (the broad field,)In vain, in vain the rich yield, (the rich yield,)And the ripening grain of the harvest which

waved,Over hillside and plain, if our souls be not saved.

Pray'rless sinner so dear,for whom Jesus has died,

He calls thee to laborobey, 'tis thy Lord,

Hear His voice, reap the grain andreceive thy reward,

Pray'rless sinner so dear,for whom Jesus has died.

In vain, in vain the broad field, (the broad field,)In vain, in vain the rich yield, (the rich yield,)And the ripening grain of the harvest which

waved,Over hillside and plain, if our souls be not saved.

When The Harvest Is PastWhen The Harvest Is Past

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When the Lord shall descendand the reapers go home,

The sheaves may be many,the harvest be long;But only the faithfulwill join in the song,

When the Lord shall descend,and the reapers go home.

In vain, in vain the broad field, (the broad field,)In vain, in vain the rich yield, (the rich yield,)And the ripening grain of the harvest which

waved,Over hillside and plain, if our souls be not saved.

When the Lord shall descendand the reapers go home,

The sheaves may be many,the harvest be long;But only the faithfulwill join in the song,

When the Lord shall descend,and the reapers go home.

In vain, in vain the broad field, (the broad field,)In vain, in vain the rich yield, (the rich yield,)And the ripening grain of the harvest which

waved,Over hillside and plain, if our souls be not saved.