158 Hasten On, Glad Day. The world’s glorious harvest is fast drawing on, The Master is calling his reapers to come; The grain bright and golden, in fields far and near, Is ripe for the garner when he shall appear. CHORUS Hasten on glad day, Bear the sheaves. Away; (Hasten on, angel reapers, come, glad day, Bear the sheaves to the garner, far away;) Hasten on, glad day, Bear us .. home. (Hasten on, angel reapers, come, glad day, Bring the “harvest home.” That morn everlasting, that day free from tears, Is swiftly approaching as on roll the years; The wheat, rudely scattered by sin’s cruel blast, Then hasten to gather e’er autumn be past. O sweet is the labor that floweth from love, A stream never failing, whose Fount is above; “Tis love that invites us, ‘tis love points the field, ‘Tis love wields the sickle, and wondrous the yield.
To us who listened to this hymn 15 times.
Amen amen
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Woow, Elder S. Mukamba😍
The signs around us are all proclaiming that His coming is near 🙏🏽
May we not be found wanting
One of my favorites...Mapfunde akaraswa muchitema ngaaunganidzwe nguva ichipo
Siabonga my kinsmen.
It’s good to see you Stan….
This is just beautiful ❤️
May the good Lord keep blessing you guys
great song ...
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Amen
Amen, home sweet home
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Beautiful rendition this...Amen
God bless you all amen and amen
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Amen❤ powerful
These dudes🔥
Any more songs from HCE
Beautiful singing there. Amen
Hey guys beautiful singing ndangurindaihwa song iyi
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Beautiful song. Beautiful singing ❤
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Peniel ka
Ndotopenga naye so good to hear him singing
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158 Hasten On, Glad Day.
The world’s glorious harvest is fast drawing on,
The Master is calling his reapers to come;
The grain bright and golden, in fields far and near,
Is ripe for the garner when he shall appear.
CHORUS
Hasten on glad day, Bear the sheaves. Away;
(Hasten on, angel reapers, come, glad day,
Bear the sheaves to the garner, far away;)
Hasten on, glad day, Bear us .. home.
(Hasten on, angel reapers, come, glad day,
Bring the “harvest home.”
That morn everlasting, that day free from tears,
Is swiftly approaching as on roll the years;
The wheat, rudely scattered by sin’s cruel blast,
Then hasten to gather e’er autumn be past.
O sweet is the labor that floweth from love,
A stream never failing, whose Fount is above;
“Tis love that invites us, ‘tis love points the field,
‘Tis love wields the sickle, and wondrous the yield.
Thank you
Amen
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Amen