Lord Of The Harvest - The Imperials

See the fields, ripe and white as snow

Up from the seeds of faith we planted long ago

So many the hearts in season

With every prayer they’ve grown

You have made them ready

But we must bring them home

Lord of the harvest place your fire in me

Servant you need now, servant I will be

Give me the eyes of your spirit

Your heart of compassion to know

Lord of the harvest, show me where to go

Time like a free wind, so quickly slips away

Too soon today’s tomorrow, too soon yesterday

So little time for the reaping and the laborers are few

Lift your head to the fields of white

The work that you must do

Wherever you may lead me

Lord of the Harvest I’ll Go