The Lord of the Harvest

The Lord of the har­vest is com­ing

We know not the day it will be

When He shall ap­pear to His peo­ple

The hour we His glo­ry shall see.

Oh soul

are you rea­dy to meet Him

His own can you joy­ful­ly yield

When Je­sus shall come in His beau­ty

To earth

to His great har­vest field?

The Lord of the har­vest is com­ing

is com­ing;

We know not the day and we know not the hour

When He shall ap­pear in His glo­ry

His might and His won­der­ful pow­er.

The Lord of the har­vest is com­ing

The world shall ack­now­ledge His might

When He shall des­cend with His an­gels

His an­gels of glo­ry and light.

A mes­sage of joy to His faith­ful

But where will the faith­less be found?

When Je­sus shall come to His peo­ple

His voice through the world shall re­sound.

The Lord of the har­vest is com­ing

Be rea­dy

He bids thee to wait

For oh

in the clouds we shall see Him

If ear­ly He com­eth

or late.

Prepare

nor de­lay

bid Him wel­come

So soon His dear face thou shalt see

The Sav­ior is com­ing so sure­ly

A mes­sage He’ll bring un­to thee.