See the grain yellow in the field
The setting sun shines down to reveal
The night's closing in and it's harvest time
Pick up your sickle, don't hesitate
If we delay, we're sure to be late
The clock keeps ticking and we're behind
It's harvest time
Can't you hear the many voices crying?
No hope, no God, they're dying in sin
We can't afford to stop our preaching
On the other hand
We can't stop seeking for them
We must bring them in
There are those out there and they are searching
No joy, no peace and they are hurting
We must bring them in, it's harvest time
We have the message of hope and of mercy
The well of grace still flows for the thirsty
The sun is going down and it's harvest time
Can't you hear the many voices crying?
No hope, no God, they're dying in sin
Oh, Lord
We can't afford to stop our preaching
On the other hand
We can't stop seeking for them
We must bring them in
Can't you hear the many voices crying?
No hope, no God, they're dying in sin
Oh, my Lord
We can't afford to stop our preaching
On the other hand
We can't stop seeking for them
We must bring them in
See the grain yellow in the field
The setting sun shines down to reveal
The night's closing in and it's harvest time