Thrust in Your Sickle
Thrust in Your Sickle
(SAB with Piano and Flute)
Difficulty Level: Medium
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"Thrust in Your Sickle" encourages us to join in the work of salvation, lest we "return with empty hands."
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VERSE 1
The sun is low,
The storm clouds grow
Hear the mighty trumpet sound.
The Lord has called
Unto His fields:
Laborers for one final round
In the harvest of men's souls.
CHORUS
Thrust in your sickle
With all your might,
With all your heart
With all your strength,
Open your mouth
With faith to believe,
And ye shall be laden
With sheaves.
Thrust in your sickle
With all your soul,
Fear not what men may say
For lo, God is with you, always.
VERSE 2
Behold the field
Lies full and white;
Now the wheat and tares are known.
Reap with the light—
Soon falls the night
When no more work can be done.
BRIDGE
Ye know not when
The summer shall be past;
When the labor has an end,
Will your harvest be made fast?
Or will you return
With empty hands?
With empty hands?
REPEAT CHORUS
For lo, God is with you, always.