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The Debt We Owe

The Lord of the harvest is calling For laborers true in His field

Author: Clara McAlister Brooks
Tune: [The Lord of the harvest is calling]
Published in 4 hymnals

Audio files: MIDI

Full Text

1 The Lord of the harvest is calling
For laborers true in His field,
To gather the sheaves ere they perish,
When mercy no more is revealed;
We bask in the sunlight of glory,
On heavenly manna we’re fed,
While souls o’er the ocean, in darkness,
Are starving for life-giving bread.

Refrain:
They perish, they perish,
Yet Jesus to save them has died;
Go pay them the debt that we owe them,
Those souls who in darkness abide.

2 The Savior hath given us freely
Salvation and grace through His name,
He bids us to publish His gospel,
Its words to all creatures proclaim;
We’re debtors to those who are dying,
And never its power have known;
Can we who so richly are favored
Still leave them to perish alone? [Refrain]

3 When taking His word to the lost ones,
It is not a gift we bestow:
By working and praying and giving,
We pay but the debt that we owe;
If millions are lost at the judgment,
Their cries shall our conscience upbraid,
Because when their souls we could rescue,
Our debt unto them was not paid. [Refrain]

4 Much grain now is falling ungathered,
While many stand idle and wait;
The harvest time soon will be ended,
For garnering then ’tis too late;
O soul, prove thy love to the Savior,
For what He has done unto thee,
By sending the tidings of mercy
To lost ones o’er land and o’er sea. [Refrain]

Select Hymns, 1911 (Timeless Truths)

Author: Clara McAlister Brooks

Birth: Oct. 9, 1882, Parke County, Indiana, USA Death: Mar. 20, 1980, Tampa, Hillsborough County, Florida, USA Clara McAlister Brooks was one of our early songwriters and four of her pieces are in the current hymnal. From the earliest days of the movement we have had women prominent in all forms of our ministry—missionaries, evangelists, teachers, pastors, and God has honored their sacrificial labors. For that reason we can stand in amazement when here, in the 1970s, such old-line denominations as the Episcopal church are being racked with controversy over whether the ordination of women is permissible. But before we gather Pharisaic robes about ourselves, perhaps we need to look candidly at the way in which we, too, succumbed to so… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: The Lord of the harvest is calling For laborers true in His field
Title: The Debt We Owe
Author: Clara McAlister Brooks
Meter: 9.8.9.8 D with refrain
Language: English
Refrain First Line: They perish, they perish, yet Jesus to save

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Instances

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Timeless Truths #876TextAudio
Include 3 pre-1979 instances



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