Come Harvest Time

Planted by God in a field without worth

We are but seeds in His eyes

So He nurtures with grace and His hands work the earth

That His fruit may be sanctified come harvest time.

Come harvest time what thanksgiving we will show

When the plowman brings freedom from the earth here below

Come harvest time, oh, what joy will be known

When He gathers the souls of the seeds He has sown.

So when doubt dries the land or the cold war winds blow

When the floods of indiff'rence rise

Oh, the roots that faith grew will keep us strong

'Til our last sunset leaves the sky come harvest time.

Come harvest time what thanksgiving we will show

When the plowman brings freedom from the earth here below

Come harvest time, oh, what joy will be known

When He gathers the souls of the seeds He has sown