Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: Though in the outward church below
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: LM six lines
Tune: Reaping
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 079, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsThough in the outward church below
The wheat and tares together grow,
Angels, ere long, will reap the crop,
And burn the tares in anger up.
For soon the reaping time will come,
And angels shout the harvest home.
Twill not relieve their horrors there,
To recollect their stations here;
How much they heard, how much they knew,
How much among the wheat they grew.
We seem alike when thus we meet,
Strangers might think we all are wheat;
But to the Lord's all-searching eyes
Each hear appears without disguise.
The tares are spared for various ends:
Some for the sake of praying friends;
Others, the Lord, against their will,
Employs his counsels to fulfill.
But, though they grow so tall and strong,
His plan will not require them long;
In harvest when he saves his own,
The tares shall into hell be thrown.