Harvest Home 1. In the church below, Wheat and tares together grow; Jesus soon will weed the crop, Pluck the tares in anger up. Refrain: Soon the reaping time will come, And angels bring the harvest home. 2. Will the tares then say, "God's commands we can't obey!" Yet they heard, and yet they knew, Yet among the wheat they grew! (Refrain) 3. How much worse their case, Who despis'd the means of grace, Turning from the word of faith, They have walk'd the path of death. (Refrain) 4. Unto those we meet, We may seem like precious wheat; But the Lord's all-searching eyes, Sees the heart without disguise. (Refrain) 5. Tares serve various ends, Some because of praying friends; Some, the Lord against their will, Makes His counsels to fulfill. (Refrain) 6. Though they grow so strong, God will not require them long; When He comes to save His own, Tares shall into hell be thrown. (Refrain) 7. Oh! and is it so? Must we all to harvest go? Will each man be wheat or tare? Heed the warning and prepare! (Refrain)