Ross Parsley
Ross Parsley - Lord Of The Harvest lyrics
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Lord of the Harvest Let your voice be heard In every nation In the farthest comes Of the World Shatter the darkness Let your truth be known Gather the nations to bow At Your throne Lord of the Harvest The fields are ripe for harvest But the labourers are few Father send Your workers Those with hearts for You Out into your vineyard Weeping as they go Help them reap a mighty Harvest of souls Some of us will water Others plant the seed Some of us will battle In the heavenlies None of us take glory For those who find the truth Jesus their praises Are waiting for You Lord of the Harvest