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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.