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