Its Harvest Time
Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 11:09 pm
It Mine All Mine
Its Harvest Time
Its Harvest Time
HARVEST TIME Eb 4/4
Words & Music: 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).