The Debt We Owe Clara M. Brooks, pub.1907 copyright status is Public Domain Subjects: Missionary, Work, Salvation, Exhortation Scripture: Luke 10:2; Romans 1:14 The Debt We Owe [.xml] Andrew L. Byers, pub.1907 copyright status is Public Domain Key: A♭ Meter: 9.8.9.8 D R Learn about music formats... view sheet music [.pdf] [.sib] play midi [.mid] This song in other languages: .pdf Deutsch (German)	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. 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? 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. 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.

The Debt We Owe

Clara M. Brooks, pub.1907

Subjects: Missionary, Work, Salvation, Exhortation

Scripture: Luke 10:2; Romans 1:14

The Debt We Owe [.xml]

Andrew L. Byers, pub.1907

Key: A♭

Meter: 9.8.9.8 D R

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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.
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?
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.
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.