The gathering
Soon the summer will be over,
Soon the harvest time will start
Then our Lord will send his Angels
To gather all the pure in Heart.
Soon our Lord himself will come
To reap Earth Nations one by one
To sift the dross far from the wheat
To make creations plan complete.
The summer will be over,
The harvest time all done
Our Soul remains unsaved
Dear Lord what have we done?
Forgive oh Lord our folly
Help us to understand
Blessings come to all that seek
And love thy blest command.
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