(Turn it around, it's coming, turn it around)

I go out in the grey with the seed in my hand,
salt of my crying on the hard, thirsty land.
It's a long, dry season and the sky won't break,
but I'm burying gold for the harvest's sake.

So I planted my grief and I planted my prayer,
every tear that I cried, I was sowing it there.
Precious the seed, and it costs me my all,
down in the furrow where the slow rains fall.

I can feel the ground moving, I can smell the first rain,
and the joy I was promised is rising again,
it starts as a whisper, a trembling, a spark,
then it rises, it rises, like a dawn in the dark,

till I can't hold it in, I can't keep it down,
here it comes, here it comes, that glory sound,

Shout! (shout!) for the joy of the harvest!
Shout! (shout!) let the reaping begin!
We went out weeping, now we're bringing in the grain,
we sowed in the tears, and we reap with a shout of joy!

The Lord has done great things, so shout!

We don't come back empty, we don't come back the same,
the God who sent us weeping is calling our name.
He has filled up our mouths with a laughter and song,
and the nations are saying, He has done great things.

I can feel the ground moving, I can smell the first rain,
and the joy that was buried is rising again,
it starts as a whisper, a trembling, a spark,
then it rises, it rises, like a dawn in the dark,

till we can't hold it in, we can't keep it down,
here it comes, here it comes, that glory sound,

Shout! (shout!) for the joy of the harvest!
Shout! (shout!) let the reaping begin!
We went out weeping, now we're bringing in the grain,
we sowed in the tears, and we reap with a shout of joy!

The Lord has done great things, so shout!

Turn our captivity, like streams in the desert, flow!
Water the furrows where we buried our tears long ago.
We were like those who dream when You turned it around,
the tears we sowed are the songs we reap,

the grief we carried is the joy we keep!
He has done great things, (He has done great things!)
He has done great things, (He has done great things!)
Bring in the sheaves, bring the harvest home,

and shout,

Shout! (shout!) for the joy of the harvest!
Shout! (shout!) let the reaping begin!
We went out weeping, now we're bringing in the grain,
we sowed in the tears, and we reap with a shout of joy!

The Lord has done great things, so shout!

(Shout of joy, shout of joy)
Bringing in the sheaves with a shout of joy.
The Lord has done great things for us,
shout for joy.