"But when he saw the multitudes, he was moved with compassion on them, because they fainted, and were scattered abroad, as sheep having no shepherd (Matthew 9:36). Then saith he unto his disciples, The harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few (v. 37); Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he will send forth labourers into his harvest (v.38).
The title for today's blog entry comes from a hymn printed in Melodies of Praise (copyright 1957) written by Jesse A. Barney in 1913. The first verse of the hymn makes a good parallel accompaniment to the Bible verses listed:
Hark! I hear a sound from o'er the water,
'Tis the cry of anguish and despair;. .
'Tis the cry of precious souls in darkness,
While waiting for the light of Jesus, there;. .
Hear the idle laborers near us saying,
"Master, what wilt Thou have me to do?"
The harvest now is great, oh! haste, my brother,
The Reapers few.
Chorus (for 1st and 2nd verses).
Who will go?. . Who will go?. .
To the ends. . of the earth,
Hast thou a passion for the lost? . .
Dost thou realize what a soul is worth?. .
Who will go?. . . Who will go?. . .
Tell of Jesus's death upon the tree?
Oh! who will answer quickly, "Here am I, O Lord, send me"?
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