The time is drawing near,
Verse 1
The time is drawing near, The winepress's ready! Every earthly drop shall meet the same fate! The Lord is the root Springing from the dry ground, With the earth why are you so intimate?
Chorus
Rescue your very self, From earth be ye free, For God and for the Lord, Firstfruits be ye.
Verse 2
The full time is coming, For the wheat's harvest! Earthly pleasure delays the wheat's riping; Full of nourishment within, but dry without; The Lord is all, the world is fast fading.
Chorus
Rescue your very self, From earth be ye free, For God and for the Lord, Firstfruits be ye.
Verse 3
Be among the firstfruits, Oh what a blessing! The marriage feast, co-kingship I partake! Better not wait for the world to deal with you, I'll grab today all the dung to forsake.
Chorus
Rescue your very self, From earth be ye free, For God and for the Lord, Firstfruits be ye.