In the harvest, feast, or the fallow ground
My certain hope is in Jesus found
My lot, my cup, my portion, sure
Whatever comes, we shall endure
Bringing peace to our eyes
And crushing death's door
In the harvest we store the fallow ground
My certain hope is in Jesus' hand
My lot, my cup, my portion
Whatever comes, we shall endure
When the earth beneath me
Without His hand to guide me,
my shield and my strength
In joy or in sorrow, in life or in death
In the heart's beast or the foul ground
My certain hope is in Jesus' hand
My lot, my cup, my portion, sure
Whatever comes, we shall endure
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