Lord of the Harvest

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