A white cloud carries One like the Son of man above the field. Golden crown and sharpened sickle wait for the appointed word. From the temple an angel cries that earth’s full harvest is ripe. The hour has come; no season can delay the cutting blade. The Harvest of the Earth The appointed hour has come upon the earth. True and righteous are the judgments of the Lord. Let every kingdom tremble before his throne. The crowned Reaper thrusts the sickle through the waiting earth. Every stalk beneath the judgment falls into the gathered sheaf. No mountain hides the heart from holy light. The Judge of all the earth remembers every deed. The cloud remains above the field as the work is fully done. The harvest of the earth is reaped beneath the authority of heaven. The Harvest of the Earth The appointed hour has come upon the earth. True and righteous are the judgments of the Lord. Let every kingdom tremble before his throne. The Harvest of the Earth