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So Little Time
Words and Music by John R. Rice

John 4:35
"... Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields;
for they are white already to harvest."

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          So little time!  The harvest will be over,
          Our reaping done, we reapers taken home,
          Report our work to Jesus, Lord of harvest,
          And hope He'll smile and that He'll say, "Well done!"

            Chorus
            Today we reap, or miss our golden harvest!
            Today is given us lost souls to win.
            Oh, then to save some dear ones from the burning,
            Today we'll go to bring some sinner in.

          How many times I should have strongly pleaded;
          How often did I feel to strictly warn.
          The Spirit moved, oh had I pled for Jesus!
          The grain is fallen, lost ones not reborn.

            Chorus
            Today we reap, or miss our golden harvest!
            Today is given us lost souls to win.
            Oh, then to save some dear ones from the burning,
            Today we'll go to bring some sinner in.

          Despite the heat, the ceaseless toil, the hardship,
          The broken heart o'er those who cannot win;
          Misunderstood because we're oft peculiar,
          Still no regrets we'll have but for our sin.

            Chorus
            Today we reap, or miss our golden harvest!
            Today is given us lost souls to win.
            Oh, then to save some dear ones from the burning,
            Today we'll go to bring some sinner in.

          A day of pleasure, or a feast of friendship;
          A house or car or garments fair or fame,
          Will all be trash when souls are brought to heaven,
          And then how sad to face the slackers' blame.

            Chorus
            Today we reap, or miss our golden harvest!
            Today is given us lost souls to win.
            Oh, then to save some dear ones from the burning,
            Today we'll go to bring some sinner in.

          The harvest white, with reapers few is wasting,
          And many souls will die and never know,
          The love of Christ, the joy of sins forgiven,
          Oh let us weep and love and pray and go!

            Chorus
            Today we reap, or miss our golden harvest!
            Today is given us lost souls to win.
            Oh, then to save some dear ones from the burning,
            Today we'll go to bring some sinner in.


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