The harvest is great and plentiful

The harvest is great and plentiful
But the lab'rers are very few,
So go in my name, reach out and proclaim:
"The kingdom is near to you".

Nothing for your journey take,
No staff, no bag, no bread.
But my peace you give them and
The words that I have said.

Sow my seed along the path,
The rock, the thorns, good soil.
Some may wither, some may grow
And bring forth hundredfold.

See the harvest white with grain:
The time to reap has come.
Look, the winepress is so full,
The vats now overflow.

Live the "secret" you impart:
That death gives way to life.
How the cross of Christ destroys
The wisdom of the wise!