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Harvest Hymn

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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Mar 15, 1864

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 23, No. 16.

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Harvest Hymn.

[Bro. White: The following poetry I copy from a piece written to my mother, fifty years ago. Thinking it appropriate to the present times, I send it for the Review.—M. A. Stroud.]
This is the field, the world below, In which the sowers came to sow; Jesus the wheat, Satan the tares, For so the word of truth declares; And soon the reaping time will come, And angels shout the harvest home.
Most awful truth! and is it so, Must all the world this harvest know? Is every man a wheat or tare? Then for the harvest, O, prepare! For soon the reaping time will come, And angels shout the harvest home.
To love my sins a saint to appear, To grow with wheat and be a tare, May serve one while on earth below, Where tares and wheat together grow; But soon the reaping time will come, When tares will meet an awful doom.
But all who truly righteous be, Their Father's kingdom then shall see, Shine like the sun forever there; He that hath ears, then, let him hear, For soon the reaping time will come, And tares will meet an awful doom.
When the last harvest shall appear, To separate the wheat and tare, May we among the wheat be found, In sheaves with cords of love be bound, And join the angels 'round the throne, To shout the glorious harvest home.