| In the fields of the Lord, our work is rest
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| He is moving in our hands and feet to bless
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| In the fields of the Lord, in the fields of the Lord
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| In the fields of the Lord, our work is rest
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| In the vineyards of the Lord, our work is light
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| He is tending every leaf and every vine
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| In the vineyards of the Lord, in the vineyards of the Lord
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| In the vineyards of the Lord, our work is light
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| In the garden of the Lord, our work is sound
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| He is weaving every thorn into a crown
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| In the garden of the Lord, in the garden of the Lord
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| In the garden of the Lord, our work is sound
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| At the harvest of the Lord, the fields are white
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| Oh, He will wipe away the tears from ev’ry eye
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| At the harvest of the Lord, at the harvest of the Lord
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| At the harvest of the Lord, the fields are white |