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S.M.

1
When Ruth a gleaning went,
Jehovah was her guide;
To Boaz’ field He led her straight,
And she became his bride.

2
Jesus my Boaz is:
My strength and portion too;
His Word of grace the precious field,
Where I a gleaning go.

3
O what a heavenly field!
What handfuls it contains;
What strength and comfort gleaners get,
To recompense their pains!

4
Rejoice, ye mourning souls;
Ye broken hearts, be strong;
The field is ripe for harvest now,
And ye shall glean ere long.

5
Ye gleaners, one and all,
Let Christ be all your song;
He is your strength and portion too,
And you to Him belong.

6
All blessings He contains;
He cannot let you starve;
The meanest gleaner in His field,
At length shall walk at large.