January 10, 1985

Fruits Of My Toil
Fr Eligio Cruz, SDB Fr Patricio Buzon, SDB
Intro
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Time pas - ses by and the Mas-ter comes to reap His field; day will set and the
Man plows the field while the Mas-ter waits to see its yield; thorns will grow and the
Man sows the seed but the Mas-ter sends the rain to feed; sun will shine and the
He called me to com - fort His peo - ple; to re - store glad -
He called me from birth as His ser - vant; On His palms wri -
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har - vest - ing is done; and the man who was hired will be
reap - ing will be long; but the hands of the man who was
hid - den life will spring; then the Lord of the earth will trans -
ness on earth; to bind up the
ten my name; I live in the shel - ter
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sum -moned by the Lord to bring the grain and grape of the land he toiled
guid - ed by the Lord will bring us wine and wheat from the land he toiled
form this wine to Blood, His Bo - dy be this grain from the men who toiled
bro - ken hearts and heal theirwounds a friend for all those who mourn
of His wings all my days Oh, what should I ever fear
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Take, O Lord, all the fruits of my toil; take these my pains hereare thegains
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Once like the seed was my life freely sown, now the la -bor of years fruit ful and grown