Wake up you sleepers, wake up you preachers, Join with the prayers of saints and martyrs for two-thousand Years
The lord of the harvest, and the angels in the clouds See that the earth is white, and its time to swing the sickle down
Chorus And make strait the path of the lord Every crack shall fill up, every mountain brought low Every crooked thing strait, and every rough road smooth Make strait the path of the lord And all flesh shall see the salvation of god
Bowing low on the altar, we pray for your hand To anoint us in power, to go to the broken, sing life to the land So all of you sowers throw out your seed Dance with the captive, today we are free
