In the Vineyard of Our Father

Scatter'd fruit our hands may gather, Tho' we are but weak and few. Nothing small or low ly scorning While we work, and watch, and pray; But to send the bless ed story Of the Gospel o'er the earth, And for ev - er, and for ev will give the praise to

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unknown, He came
He took, And

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to dwell on earth. Like His bo

Their in fants in His arms

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som blessed. Safe joy they plucked the palms, and strowed Their garments on the ground. Ho

Copyright, 1900, by S. M. Bixby.