Jesus scatters the seeds of His Kingdom Far and wide, He announces new birth I, the Lord of Creation, am making new Every inch of the groaning earth! Like the smallest of seeds in the winter Is the Kingdom of God as its sown But the powers of hell shall against it fail When the Kingdom of God is grown Though we wait for the Lord of the harvest And we long for our King to appear Even now in our hearts, by the Spirit's pow'r The Kingdom of God is near! He has planted the seeds of His Kingdom In the hearts of the poor and the weak He declares to the captives, I bring good news You shall be mighty oaks of strength! Though we wait for the Lord of the harvest And we long for our King to appear Even now in our hearts, by the Spirit's pow'r The Kingdom of God is near! Through the city of God flows a river From the throne of the Lamb waters pour And behold, on the banks grows the Tree of Life Where the nations are healed and restored! Though we wait for the Lord of the harvest And we long for our King to appear Even now in our hearts, by the Spirit's pow'r The Kingdom of God is near!