Weary gleaner in the field, poor or plenty be the yield,
Labor on for the Master, nothing fearing,
There’s a promise of reward, at the coming of the Lord,
Unto all them that love His appearing.
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O the crown, the glory crown,
O the day, the happy day is nearing,
When the crown of rich reward
Shall be given by the Lord,
Unto all them that love His appearing.
Jesus now has gone above to complete His work of love;
His return, day by day, is surely nearing,
When His own He will receive, and a welcome He will give,
Unto all them that love His appearing.
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O how light will seem the grief, and the toilsome way how brief,
When a crown in the glory we are wearing,
O the rapture who can tell, as forevermore we dwell,
With redeemed ones that loved His appearing.
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