Hymnal: Christian Psalms and Hymns
Date: 1839
Compiler: Walter Scott and Silas Leonard
Publisher/Printer: A S Tilden
First Line: Here in the field this world below
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 8s
Tune:
Hymn Number: 591
Page Number: 307, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsHERE, in the field-this world below,
The tares and wheat together grow;
Jesus e'er long will weed the crop,
And pluck the tares in anger up.
Will it relieve your horrors there,
To recollect your favors here-
How much you heard, how much you knew,
How long among the wheat you grew?
Oh! it must aggravate your case,
To perish under means of grace-
To know the word of life and faith,
Became the instrument of death.
We seem alike while thus we meet,
Mortals might think we all were wheat;
But to the Lord's all-seeing eyes,
Each heart 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 fulfil.
But tho' they grow both tall and strong,
His plan will not require them long:
In harvest when he reapes his own-
The tares shall into flames be thrown.
Terrific thought! and is it so!
Must all mankind this harvest know!
Is every soul a wheat or tare!
Must every soul his portion share!
Great God, assist us to proclaim,
Redemption through the Saviour's name:
May sinners now the message hear,
And for the harvest all prepare.
CHORUS.
For soon the reaping time will come,
And angels shout the harvest home.