Praise and Worship August 16, 2008

Watchman, Blow the Gospel trumpet Every soul a warning give Whosoever hears the message May repent, and turn and live CHORUS Blow the trumpet, trusty watchman Blow it loud o’er land and sea; God’s commission, spread the message Every captive may be free

Sound it loud o’er every hill top Gloomy shade and sunny plain Ocean depths repeat the message Full salvation’s glad refrain CHORUS Blow the trumpet, trusty watchman Blow it loud o’er land and sea; God’s commission, spread the message Every captive may be free

Sound it in the hedge and highway Earth’s dark spots where exiles roam Let it tell all things are ready Father waits to welcome home CHORUS Blow the trumpet, trusty watchman Blow it loud o’er land and sea; God’s commission, spread the message Every captive may be free

Sound it for the heavy laden Weary, longing to be free Sound a Savior’s invitation Sweetly saying, “Come to me.” CHORUS Blow the trumpet, trusty watchman Blow it loud o’er land and sea; God’s commission, spread the message Every captive may be free….

Going afar upon the mountains Bringing the wand’rer back again Into the fold of my Redeemer Jesus, the lamb for sinners slain Seeking the lost-and pointing to Jesus Souls that are weak and hearts that are sore Leading them forth in ways of salvation Showing the path to life evermore

CHORUS Going afar upon the mountains Bringing the wand’rer back again Into the fold of my Redeemer Jesus, the lamb for sinners slain

Far and near the fields are teeming With the sheaves of ripened grain Far and near their gold is gleaming O’er the sunny slope and plain CHORUS Lord of harvest, send forth reapers Hear us Lord, to Thee we cry Send them now the sheaves to gather Ere the harvest time pass by

WHERE ARE THE REAPERS The fields all are ripening And far and wide The world now is waiting the harvest tide But reapers are few and the work is great And much will be lost should the harvest wait

CHORUS Where are the reapers? O who will come And share in the glory Of the harvest home? O who will help us to garner in The sheaves of good From the fields of sin?

HARK, ‘TIS THE SHEPHERD’S VOICE Out in the desert hear them cry Out on the mountain wild and high Hark! ‘tis the Master speaks to thee, “Go find my sheep where’er they be.” CHORUS Bring them in, bring them in Bring them in from the fields of sin Bring them in, bring them in Bring the wanderers to Jesus

HARK! THE VOICE OF JESUS While the souls of men are dying And the Master calls for you Let none hear you idly saying, “There is nothing I can do!” Gladly take the task He gives you Let His work your pleasure be Answer quickly when He calleth, “Here am I, O Lord send me.”

Work for the night is coming Work through the morning hours Work while the dew is sparkling Work ‘mid springing flowers Work while the day grows brighter Under the glowing sun Work for the night is coming When man’s work is done

Work for the night is coming Work through the sunny noon Fill brightest hours with labor Rest comes sure and soon Give every flying minute Something to keep in store work for the night is coming When man works no more

Work for the night is coming Under the sunset skies While their bright tints are glowing Work for daylight flies Work tll the last beam fadeth Fadeth to shine no more Work for the Lord is coming when man’s work is o’er.