Chorus

D                      A/C#

Harvest of the field

Bm                              F#m

Your flesh for me did yield

G                      D/F#         Bm      

Red fruit of the vine was spilled,

Em7                  A        

To make salvation mine

D                      A/C#

Harvest of the field

Bm                              F#m

Your flesh for me did yield

G                      D/F#        

Red fruit of the vine,

        Bm       A                              D        

Your blood, made salvation mine

 

Verse 1

A                                   D

A grain of wheat was dropped on the earth

        A                          D

Was buried, sprouted and gave birth

       C6                       G

A great harvest, the yield was threshed

A                                      A

Reminds me of Your beaten flesh.

A                                          D

The grains were rolled and crushed and so

          A                          D

The flour was moulded into dough,

C6                               G                      

Given the yeast, the bread was raised.

A                                     

Reminds me how you conquered the grave

 

Verse 2

A tiny seed, became a vine

Which gave plump fruit in its right time.

But the fruit was trampled, bruised and tossed.

Reminds me of your rugged cross.

 

So the juice is placed, where Your people dine.

We break the bread and we sip the wine.

The cup overflows with a wine-stained flood.

Reminds me of Your precious blood.