Darren Winfield - Harvest of the Earth Lyrics

Behold, a Lamb on Mount Zion stands,
With Him, the faithful, no lie in their hands.
A new song they sing, none else can learn,
Firstfruits to God, for Him, they yearn.
Harvest of the earth, ripe and ready,
Some for the granary, others for the winepress heavy.
Justice and mercy in the balance,
God's sovereignty, our assurance.
An angel flies, mid-heaven, with the eternal gospel,
To every nation, tribe, tongue, and people.
"Fear God, give glory, for His hour has come,"
Worship Him who made all, the Holy One.
Harvest of the earth, ripe and ready,
Some for the granary, others for the winepress heavy.
Justice and mercy in the balance,
God's sovereignty, our assurance.
Another angel follows, saying, "Babylon is fallen,"
A third warns against the beast, its image, and its calling.
"Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on,"
Rest from their labors; their deeds follow them on.
Then comes the Son of Man, with a crown and sharp sickle,
Another angel from the temple, with a loud voice, does trickle.
"Thrust in your sickle and reap, for the time has come,"
Earth's harvest is gathered, the end of the sum.
Harvest of the earth, ripe and ready,
Some for the granary, others for the winepress heavy.
Justice and mercy in the balance,
God's sovereignty, our assurance.
So let us be steadfast, immovable, always abounding,
In the Lord's work, our calling resounding.
For in the Lord, our labor is not in vain,
Harvest of the earth, in His glorious name.
So let us be steadfast, immovable, always abounding,
In the Lord's work, our calling resounding.
For in the Lord, our labor is not in vain,
Harvest of the earth, in His glorious name.