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Verse 1
See the grain yellow in the field
The setting sun shines down to reveal
Night's closing in
It's harvest time
Pick up your sickle
Don't hesitate
If we delay we're sure to be late
The clock keeps ticking
We're behind
It's harvest time
Chorus
Can't you hear the many voices crying
No hope, No God
They're dying in sin
We can't afford to stop our preaching
On the other hand
We can't stop reaching for them
We must bring them in
Verse 2
There are those out there and they are searching
No joy, no peace
And they are hurting
We must bring them in
It's harvest time
We have the message of hope and of mercy
The well of grace
Still flows for the thirsty
The sun's going down
It's harvest time
Chorus AGAIN
Chorus AGAIN
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See the grain yellow in the field
The setting sun shines down to reveal
Night's closing in
It's harvest time
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