Here comes the setting sun, the enemy with all his sons Sowing weeds while the farmer sleeps, sending wolves among the sheep I can't see the enemy among us, so I trust in the One who planted me O God, what am I to do besides to try and grow for you I hold fast in the fertile ground and wait for you to shine down Weeds cannot choke the grain, hell cannot burn the rain The harvest will be coming soon, the weeds burned and the wolves consumed The farmer is rising, the enemy is hiding Pull us from the darkness, bring your harvest soon