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in feast or fallow
words and lyrics by sandra mccracken
when the fields are dry, and the winter is long
blessed are the meek, the hungry, the poor
when my soul is downcast, and my voice has no song
for mercy, for comfort, i wait on the Lord
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.
whatever comes, we shall endure
on a cross of wood, His blood was out-poured
He Rose from the ground, like a bird to the sky
bringing peace to our violence, and crushing death's door
our Maker incarnate, our God who provides.
come, oh come, Emman- u- el
come, oh come, Emman- u- el
when the earth beneath me crumbles and quakes
not a sparrow falls, nor a hair from my head
without His hand to guide me, my shield and my strength
in joy or in sorrow, in life or in death.
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