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