As…the tares are gathered and burned in the fire; so shall it be in the end of this world.
Matthew 13:40
Words: Joseph Hinchsliffe, Favourite Hymns, Odes, and Anthems, as Sung at the Methodist Chapels in Sheffield, Rotherham, Doncaster, and Nottingham Circuits, fifth edition, 1797.
Music: Pater Omnium Henry J. E. Holmes, 1875 (🔊 pdf nwc).
Alternate Tune:
If you know where to get a good picture of Hinchsliffe (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), or a better one of Holmes,
This is the field, the world below,
In which the sowers came to sow;
Jesus the wheat, Satan the tares,
For so the word of truth declares:
And soon the reaping time will come,
And angels shout the harvest home.
Most awful truth! and is it so?
Must all the world that harvest know?
Is every man the wheat or tare?
Me for the harvest, Lord, prepare!
For soon the reaping time will come,
And angels shout the harvest home.
To love my sins—a saint to appear,
To grow with wheat—yet be a tare,
May serve me while on earth below,
Where tares and wheat together grow:
But soon the reaping time will come,
And angels shout the harvest home.
Then all who truly righteous be
Shall soon their Father’s kingdom see;
But tares in bundles shall be bound,
And cast to hell—O dreadful sound!
And soon the reaping time will come,
And angels shout the harvest home.