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I looked, and behold a white cloud,
and upon the cloud one sat like unto the Son of man,
having on his head a golden crown,
and on his hand a sharp sickle.
And another angel came out of the temple,
crying with a loud voice unto him that sat on the cloud.
Thrust in thy sickle, and reap;
for the time is come for thee to reap,
for the harvest of the earth his ripe.
Lift up your eyes and look upon the fields,
for they are white even unto harvest.
And he that reapeth receiveth wages,
and together fruit unto life eternal.
The harvest is the end of the world;
and the reapers are the angels.
Amen.
