INTERNATIONAL HARVESTER
The harvest is past, the summer is gone / And still some are not saved / The workers in the field are few / Just a skeleton crew / `Cause all, all have not obeyed • Like a mighty combine, the Master's gonna come / And gather the wheat from Kansas to Capernaum / And He'll reclaim the land that sin and death had won / When the International Harvester comes • So don't you lose heart and grow weary / In your, in your well doing / Just put your hand to the plow / Don't you look back now / Just work for the night is coming • And there'll be a table spread / With milk and honey and living bread / And all who believe, God's bounty will receive