The Wheat and the Tares

In the field by the way­side

Grow the wheat and tares to­ge­ther

And they both in the sun­light

Now ap­pear so fair to see;

But the har­vest is com­ing

When to­ge­ther they’ll be ga­thered

And the se­pa­ra­tion day then shall be.

What then shall be your har­vest

When the dread­ful day you see?

Will you with the wick­ed stand

Or ap­pear at His right hand?

When the saints are meet­ing there

What a greet­ing in the air

Will you with the right­eous be?

Satan came while the keep­er

Was asleep and sown with mal­ice

Far and wide in the fal­low

Ground he scat­tered seeds of sin;

The re­morse now of con­science

Maybe fills your rest­less spir­it

And the dread­ed days of har­vest begin.

In the field of your heart is

Plenty fal­low ground

my bro­ther

And the seed of the Word

Abundant fall­eth there to­night;

Will you cher­ish and nour­ish

It and give it place of wel­come?

Will you take your stand

For God and for right?

Will you let Him up­root the

Thorns and bri­ars that en­cum­ber?

Let Him plant in your heart His

Precious im­age there in­stead?

Will you find o’er the thou­sand

Fold it pays you with­out num­ber

When the sheaves of time

Have been har­vest­ed?