GOD'S HARVEST

Well, make way, get ready

God's great harvest is ready

He's calling many

to His fields white with plenty

And the outcasts He's gathering

With a loud voice, He's calling

Come and gather in the Harvest

For the Lord

Won't you come and go with me

let us bring in the Harvest

Those who won't gather

will scatter abroad

His vineyards have ripened

and His wheat fields standing tall

Let's go gather in the Harvest

For the Lord

He is calling in the blind, the maimed

The wretched, and the poor

For those despised by men

Are greatly treasured by the Lord

So if the rich won't hire you

come and labour for the Lord

Come and gather in

The Harvest for the Lord

For the night is swiftly falling

then the Harvest will be over

and those who are too busy now

Too good to work for him

will be weeping and crying

To the Lord please let us in

But TOO LATE,

Once the Harvest

is gathered in