Текст песни Lord of the Harvest - Ross Parsley
Lord
of
the
Harvest
Let
your
voice
be
heard
In
every
nation
In
the
farthest
comes
Of
the
World
Shatter
the
darkness
Let
your
truth
be
known
Gather
the
nations
to
bow
At
Your
throne
Lord
of
the
Harvest
The
fields
are
ripe
for
harvest
But
the
labourers
are
few
Father
send
Your
workers
Those
with
hearts
for
You
Out
into
your
vineyard
Weeping
as
they
go
Help
them
reap
a
mighty
Harvest
of
souls
Some
of
us
will
water
Others
plant
the
seed
Some
of
us
will
battle
In
the
heavenlies
None
of
us
take
glory
For
those
who
find
the
truth
Jesus
their
praises
Are
waiting
for
You
Lord
of
the
Harvest
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