“Let fall some handfuls.” Ruth 2. 16
W. Gadsby S.M.
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[When Ruth a-gleaning went,
Jehovah was her guide;
To Boaz’ field he led her straight,
And she became his bride.]
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Jesus my Boaz is;
My strength and portion too;
His word of grace the precious field,
Where I a-gleaning go.
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O what a heavenly field!
What handfuls it contains!
What strength and comfort gleaners get,
To recompense their pains!
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Rejoice, ye mourning souls;
Ye broken hearts, be strong;
The field is ripe for harvest now,
And ye shall glean ere long.
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Ye gleaners, one and all,
Let Christ be all your song;
He is your strength and portion too,
And you to him belong.
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[All blessings he contains;
He cannot let you starve;
The meanest gleaner in his field,
At length shall walk at large.]
