My House Is Full But My Field Is Empty

There is peace and contentment in my Father’s house today,

Lots of food on His table and no one is turned away,

There is singing and laughter as the hours pass by

But a hush calms the singing as the Father sadly cries:

My house is full, but my field is empty,

Who shall go and work for me today?

It seems my children all want to stay around my table

But no one wants to work in my field,

No one wants to work in my field

Push away from the table, look out through the windowpane,

Just beyond this house of plenty lies a field of golden grain

And it’s ripened unto harvest but the reapers, where are they?

In the house, oh, can't the children hear the Father sadly say:

My house is full, but my field is empty,

Who shall go and work for me today?

It seems my children all want to stay around my table

But no one wants to work in my field,

No one wants to work in my field

Souls are crying,

Men are dying,

Won’t you lead them to the cross?

Go and find them,

Help to win them,

Win the lost at any cost

But no one wants to work in my field,

No one wants to work in my field.

*** Christian Song Lyrics by Lanny Wolfe ***

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Must I Go And Empty-Handed?

Text: Proverbs 11:30, Daniel 12:3

Must I go, and empty-handed,

Thus my dear Redeemer meet?

Not one day of service give Him,

Lay no trophy at His feet?

Must I go, and empty-handed?

Must I meet my Saviour so?

Not one soul with which to greet Him;

Must I empty-handed go?

Not at death I shrink nor falter,

For my Saviour saves me now;

But to meet Him empty-handed,

Thoughts of that now cloud my brow.

O the years in sinning wasted,

Could I but recall them now,

I would give them to my Saviour,

To His will I'll gladly bow.

O ye saints, arouse, be earnest,

Up and work while yet 'tis day;

Ere the night of death o'er take thee,

Strive for souls while still you may.

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No Scar

Hast thou no scar?

No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand?

I hear thee sung as mighty in the land,

I hear them hail thy bright ascendant star,

Hast thou no scar?

Hast thou no wound?

Yet I was wounded by the archers, spent,

Leaned Me against a tree to die; and rent

By ravening beasts that compassed Me, I swooned:

Hast thou no wound?

No wound, no scar?

Yet, as the Master shall the servant be,

And, pierced are the feet that follow Me;

But thine are whole: can he have followed far

Who has no wound nor scar?

*** Written by: Amy Carmichael ***

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