Lord of the Harvest
You are the seed of the woman
You are the tiller of soil
You have put your hand to the plough
You worked and the toil
You were the seed that was planted
You were sown into the earth
In time you sprang forth as the first-fruit
Of a harvest of infinite worth
Now your spirit tills the hard soil
And sows your seed in the seedbed
They are placed deep in the furrows
And watered by the blood you shed
Now from your work we are the increase
A consecrated crop, raised in the light
You prune us so we can bear much fruit
Unto harvest the fields are now white
Lord of the harvest, your workers
Now labor go out to bring in the sheaves
To harvest the joy set before you
To reap what the sower receives
Chorus
Lord of the harvest come quickly
Come now to reap what you’ve sown
Of your increase there will be no ending
The fruit thats is borne is your own
2 Corinthians 9:6; Galatians 6:7-9
Genesis 3:15; John 15:5
Luke 8:11; John 4:35-36
Matthew 9:37-38; Luke 3:17
August 28, 2026
Anthony Foster