Weary glean­er in the field,
Poor or plen­ty be the yield,
Labor on for the Mas­ter, no­thing fear­ing,
There’s a pro­mise of re­ward,
At the com­ing of the Lord,
Unto all them that love His ap­pear­ing.

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O the crown, the glo­ry crown,
O the day, the hap­py day is near­ing,
When the crown of rich re­ward
Shall be giv­en by the Lord,
Unto all them that love His ap­pear­ing.

Jesus now has gone above
To com­plete His work of love;
His re­turn, day by day, is sure­ly near­ing,
When His own He will re­ceive,
And a wel­come He will give,
Unto all them that love His ap­pear­ing.

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O how light will seem the grief,
And the toil­some way how brief,
When a crown in the glo­ry we are wear­ing,
O the rap­ture who can tell,
As for­ev­er­more we dwell,
With re­deemed ones that loved His ap­pear­ing.

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