Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (62)

The Harvest (a song)

Off to the harvest brothers

Ripe is the field and wide

Sing loud your song of harvest

Near draws the evening tide.

Few are the hours remaining

The time to gather in

The scattered sheep of Israel

To free them from their sin.

Fear not because your Father

Bids you to hurry on.

The path for you is charted

The day is almost gone.

Hark brothers, come and listen

Hear how the lost sheep plead.

Go free them from the thicket

And from the pit’s so deep.

Go brother’s do not linger

Go with unerring faith

Break off the tempter’s shackle’s

Go free the human race.

The path is straight and narrow

Which leads to freedom and love

Gather the lost Sheep of Israel

For Christ our Saviour above.