Come with Praise

Dan Schutte

Ref:
Come with praise, People of God!
Come with your heart's thanksgiving.
Sing for joy, House of the Lord!
Sing of your bounteous blessing!

Come, you poor of the land, all who live with hearts of hunger,
Come and taste the love of the Lord and you will be filled.

Come you captives of fear, all who bear the yoke of hatred,
God has heard the cry of your soul and broken your chains.

Come you wounded and worn, all who know the face of sorrow,
God will heal the pain of your heart and gladden your soul.

All the desert with bloom, peace and justice will flower,
Ev'ry blessing of heav'n and earth will come to those who wait.

Come with Me into the fields

Dan Schutte

The fields are high and summer's days are few;
green fields have turned to gold.
The time is here for the harvesting,
for gathering home into barns.

Refrain:
The harvest is plenty, laborers are few.
Come with me into the fields.
Your arms may grow weary; your shoes will wear thin.
Come with me into the fields.

The seeds were sown by other hands than yours;
nurtured and cared for they grew.
But those who have sown will not harvest them;
the reaping will not be their care.