There Are Fields That To Harvest Are Whi


There are fields that to harvest are white,
And a reaper with joy I will be;
Golden sheaves will I bring, to my Master and King,
For the Lord can depend on me!

Refrain:
Yes, the Lord can depend on me,
Yes, the Lord can depend on me;
And his name I’ll confess, unto him I say “Yes,”
For the Lord can depend on me!

There’s a message to bear far and near,
Of a Saviour whose love sets us free,
And the call ringing clear, glad of heart will I hear,
For the Lord can depend on me! [Refrain]

There are souls who are drifting away,
Let me bring them, dear Lord, unto thee;
I will seek them today, I will haste nor delay,
For the Lord can depend on me! [Refrain]