by gospelsinger97 » Fri Mar 11, 2016 10:27 pm
The words I have were written by Wanda Smith. I think I might have copied them from "Heavenly Highway Hymns". (cannot find my copy right now!) Hymnary.org has only the cover of the 1956 edition compiled by Luther Presley. They do not yet have the songs indexed for this hymnal. I checked CCLI.org but did not find a listing for a song with this name listing her as the author. I hope this helps. I attempted to send an e-mail to Archie Terrace of 07 Mar 2016, but must have mis-spelled his name in e-mail.
HARVEST TIME Eb 4/4
W & M By Wanda Smith (1949)
1. I look and see earth's gold and riches,
The hoarding mob for selfish gain;
The toil of hands for ease and comfort,
I look again and see the falling golden grain, (golden grain.)
Chorus:
Harvest time, Harvest time,
The Grain is falling, The Savior's calling;
Oh, do not wait! It's growing late,
Behold, the fields are white, it's Harvest Time.
2. Say not four months then comes the harvest,
For ripe the grain is ready to yield;
Work while it's day for night is coming,
Lift up thine eyes and see God's needy harvest field, (harvest field).
3. And when I stand before the Maker,
And give account for what I've done;
May I then hear Him saying to me,
Well done, my servant, you the crown have won, (have won).
The words I have were written by Wanda Smith. I think I might have copied them from "Heavenly Highway Hymns". (cannot find my copy right now!) Hymnary.org has only the cover of the 1956 edition compiled by Luther Presley. They do not yet have the songs indexed for this hymnal. I checked CCLI.org but did not find a listing for a song with this name listing her as the author. I hope this helps. I attempted to send an e-mail to Archie Terrace of 07 Mar 2016, but must have mis-spelled his name in e-mail.
HARVEST TIME Eb 4/4
W & M By Wanda Smith (1949)
1. I look and see earth's gold and riches,
The hoarding mob for selfish gain;
The toil of hands for ease and comfort,
I look again and see the falling golden grain, (golden grain.)
Chorus:
Harvest time, Harvest time,
The Grain is falling, The Savior's calling;
Oh, do not wait! It's growing late,
Behold, the fields are white, it's Harvest Time.
2. Say not four months then comes the harvest,
For ripe the grain is ready to yield;
Work while it's day for night is coming,
Lift up thine eyes and see God's needy harvest field, (harvest field).
3. And when I stand before the Maker,
And give account for what I've done;
May I then hear Him saying to me,
Well done, my servant, you the crown have won, (have won).
