The words of a hymn ring with piercing clarity:
“Ye Shall Have Joy in the Fruit”
Though in the outward church below, Both wheat and tares together grow; Ere long will Jesus weed the crop And pluck the tares in anger up. But though they grow so tall and strong, His plan will not require them long; In harvest, when he saves his own, The tares shall into hell be thrown. O! awful thought, and is it so? Must all mankind the harvest know? Is every man a wheat or tare? Me for the harvest, Lord, prepare. For soon the reaping time will come. And angels shout the harvest home. (Hymns, 1948, no. 102.)