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      Chorus:   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         Words and Music by Gerald Crabb