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It’s not our job to rid the world of the unbelieving, for God will eventually bring judgment on them Himself. In the meantime, pray for them and try to turn them from their evil ways.

BibleGateway: Matthew 13:24-29, 36-43, 47-50

ESV Text: Matthew 13:24-29, 36-43, 47-50

KJV Text:

The section starts at about 3:1 and ends at about 3:54

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     24 Another parable put he forth unto them, saying, The kingdom of heaven is likened unto a man which sowed good seed in his field: 25 But while men slept, his enemy came and sowed tares among the wheat, and went his way. 26 But when the blade was sprung up, and brought forth fruit, then appeared the tares also. 27 So the servants of the householder came and said unto him, Sir, didst not thou sow good seed in thy field? from whence then hath it tares? 28 He said unto them, An enemy hath done this. The servants said unto him, Wilt thou then that we go and gather them up? 29 But he said, Nay; lest while ye gather up the tares, ye root up also the wheat with them.(KJV)

Hymn: TLH 574 (LSB 892):
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come — Organ Audio

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1. Come, ye thankful people, come; 
Raise the song of Harvest-home. 
All be safely gathered in 
Ere the winter storms begin; 
God, our Maker, doth provide 
For our wants to be supplied, 
Come to God’s own temple, come; 
Raise the song of Harvest-home. 

2. All the world is God’s own field, 
Fruit unto His praise to yield; 
Wheat and tares together sown, 
Unto joy or sorrow grown; 
First the blade and then the ear, 
Then the full corn shall appear. 
Lord of harverst, grant that we 
Wholesome grain and pure may be. 

3. For the Lord, our God, shall come 
And shall take His harvest home; 
From His field shall in that day 
All offences purge away; 
Give His angels charge at last 
In the fire the tares to cast, 
But the fruitful ears to store 
In His garner evermore. 

4. Even so, Lord, quickly come 
To Thy final Harvest-home; 
Gather Thou Thy people in, 
Free from sorrow, free from sin, 
There, forever purified, 
In Thy garner to abide. 
Come with all Thine angels, come, 
Raise the glorious Harvest-home.