97. The Reaping Up There

The price of revival, the cost of soul winning, the long hours of praying, the burden, the tears; The pleading with sinners though lonely, a stranger, is repaid at the reaping up there.

Reaping, heavenly reaping!  For souls won down here.

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The Savior will see the travail of his soul and be satisfied fully o'er souls he's redeemed; Compared to that reaping he scorned all his suff'ring to be paid at the reaping up there.

Reaping, heavenly reaping!  For souls won down here.

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The treasures of earth, O how vain and how fleeting; they vanish like mist and they wither like leaves; But souls who are won by our tears and our pleading will remain for our reaping up there.

Reaping, heavenly reaping!  For souls won down here.

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To come to that reaping with wood, hay and stubble, how sad to appear at the Lord's judgment seat, With no one we've won to trust Jesus our Savior to present at the reaping up there.

Reaping, heavenly reaping!  For souls won down here.

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The wise, they shall shine like the firmament glory when payday shall come for the winner of souls!  Then they who've saved many by salvation's story like the stars, blest forever, shall shine.

Reaping, heavenly reaping!  For souls won down here.

© 1957, John R Rice, current status unknown