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CHORUS
                 Bring to the Lord your troubles and your worries,
                 And come to Him with all of your transgressions;
                 He'll cleanse you now, by His love that is endless,
                   He will fill you with holy love and His grace.

                                  2
                    Christ Jesus is a living fount of comfort,
                     He stills our sorrows and our troubles;
                 Descended from the heavens like a white dove,
                    He is the healing grace for all the injured.
                                  3
                  Oh, hear the loving call that beckons you now,
                 The voice of Christ, the Lamb without a blemish;
                 He came to Earth to rescue you with His blood,
                  They mocked Him as He died giving us His life.

                512.  FIELD WHICH WE PLANTED
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                  Field which we planted at the break of dawn,
                  Field which we planted when the sun was high;
                      Twilight has fallen upon our field,
                   The veil of nighttime has covered our field.
                               CHORUS
                     Oh! //What will the harvest bring?//
                    What I have sown in the light or in dark;
                   All we have sown will be gathered in time,
                     Whether in time, I will see all its fruits;
                       Or that I reap once in eternity.
                                 2
                   Seed which we sowed in a land hard as clay,
                  Seed which has perished amidst all the thorns;
                  Seed which the wind blew toward the stones,
                   Seed that has found the good soil to grow.
                                 3
                   Labor of love done relentless through tears,
                      Labor expelling the gall in our soul;

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