| "Put In Thy Sickle" | |
| Put in thy sickle and reap For the hour has come to reap And the harvest of the earth is ripe. Where can we find All of those lamb-like kind? All the called and chosen? Where can we find The ones He spoke of? And keep in mind All His love! Put in thy sickle and reap For the hour has come to reap And the harvest of the earth is ripe. There are those Who solemnly chose To go where He goes... The one's that He knows. There are those Through them Spirit flows But only He knows For whom the cock crows. There are those To serve have they chose From head to their toes They long for the close Of hell and the grandeur of light The union with Him And extinction of night! Put in thy sickle and reap For the hour has come to reap And the harvest of the earth is ripe. Put in thy sickle and reap For the hour has come to reap And the harvest of the earth is ripe. And he that sat on the cloud Put his sickle into the earth... ...and the earth was reaped. | |