One night, as I lay musing,
The Spirit said to me,
Go blow the gospel trumpet,
Go sound the jubilee;
Go, tell them I am risen,
And death they need not fear;
I’ve turn’d the awful summons
To a sweet messenger.

The harvest fields are rip’ning,
The laborers are few;
And Zion she doth languish,
O shepherds, where are you?
His blood will cry a gainst you,
If idle you should be;
You see the Lord is coming,
Go, sound the jubilee.

Come all my Fathers children,
Whom Christ has taught the way,
Why stand you here so idle,
And wasting all the day?
Remember some are teaching,
While others preach and pray;
Go labor in the vineyard,
From Jesus never stray.

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