519    S.M.     W. Gadsby
“Let fall some handfuls.” Ruth 2. 16

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.]