In the Fields of the Lord - The Porter's Gate, Audrey Assad, Paul Zach

In the fields of the Lord, our work is rest

He is moving in our hands and feet to bless

In the fields of the Lord, in the fields of the Lord

In the fields of the Lord, our work is rest

In the vineyards of the Lord, our work is light

He is tending every leaf and every vine

In the vineyards of the Lord, in the vineyards of the Lord

In the vineyards of the Lord, our work is light

In the garden of the Lord, our work is sound

He is weaving every thorn into a crown

In the garden of the Lord, in the garden of the Lord

In the garden of the Lord, our work is sound

At the harvest of the Lord, the fields are white

Oh, He will wipe away the tears from ev’ry eye

At the harvest of the Lord, at the harvest of the Lord

At the harvest of the Lord, the fields are white