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