The gathering Soon the summer will be over, Soon the harvest time will start Then our Lord will send his Angels Gathering all the pure in Heart. Soon our Saviour will be coming To reap Nations one by one Sifting dross from ripened wheat Make creation's plan complete. Soon the summer will be over, Come behold a sinking sun Our poor Soul remains unsaved Dearest Lord what have we done Please forgive our thoughtless folly Help us Lord to understand Blessings come to all who seek Thee And obey thy blest command
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