White Unto Harvest -Digital

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Words: by David West

Who will go and work today? Soon the harvest time will be o’er. Who will bear the sheaves away? Long He calls, “Do not delay!” Will you answer, “Here am I, send me?”

You may never cross the ocean. Foreign lands you may never know; God has planned for you a field, all He asks is that you yield. Will you answer, “Here am I, send me?”

No more time for ease or pleasure as the daylight fades into night. You must bear the gospel news, or the harvest you will lose. Answer quickly, “Here am I, send me.”

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White unto harvest, low sets the sun. Where are the reapers? There’s work to be done! White unto harvest, Oh list’ to His plea. Will you but answer, “Here Lord send me.”