358. Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming

1 Far and near the fields are teeming
with the sheaves of ripened grain;
Far and near their gold is gleaming
O’er the sunny slope and plain.

Refrain
Lord of harvest, send forth reapers!
Hear us Lord, to Thee we cry;
Send them now the sheaves to gather,
Ere the harvest-time pass by.

2 Send them forth with morn’s first beaming,
Send them in the noon-tides’s glare;
When the sun’s last rays are streaming,
bid them gather everywhere. [Refrain]

3 O thou, whom thy Lord is sending,
gather now the sheaves of gold;
Heavenward then at evening wending
Thou shalt come with joy untold. [Refrain]

Text Information
First Line: Far and near the fields are teeming With the sheaves of ripened grain
Title: Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming
Author: J. O. Thompson (1885)
Meter: 8.7.8.7.Ref.
Publication Date: 1985
Topic: Christian Church: Mission of the Church
Tune Information
Name: HARVEST
Composer: J. B. O. Clemm (1895)
Meter: 8.7.8.7.Ref.
Incipit: 33321 11216 55113
Key: F Major or modal



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