Текст песни МХО МСЦ ЕХБ - Убран урожай богатой нивы

Harvested a rich cornfield
But I saw in the slanting rain
They bowed lonely to the ground
Spikelets of an uncompressed strip.

The forest, saying goodbye, dressed in gold,
Even at noon the cold north was blowing.
Waiting for the farmer's field
The harvest has not yet come.

My pain is not about an uncompressed piece,
I found the eternal in Christ.
And His words sound today:
"The whitened fields stand!"

From east to west border
From the north harsh to the south
The human race, like a cornfield,
Waiting from the harvest for God's servants.

Sowing the seed with tears
With joy they will take their sheaves,
To merge with heaven forever
And get a reward for your work.

Let one problem worry everyone -
How to save the harvest for the sky?
What can be compared in a perishable world
Soul saved by the Lord!