Author: J. O. Thompson Hymnal: The New Praiseworthy #237 (1916) First Line: Far and near the fields are teeming Refrain First Line: Lord of harvest, send forth reapers! Lyrics: 1 Far and near the fields are teeming
With the waves of ripened grain;
Far and near their gold is gleaming
O'er the sunny slope and plain.
Chorus:
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 noontide's glare;
When the sun's last rays are gleaming,
Bid them gather ev'rywhere. [Chorus]
3 O thou, whom thy Lord is sending,
Gather now the sheaves of gold;
Heav'nward then at evening wending,
Thou shalt come with joy untold. [Chorus]
Languages: English Tune Title: [Far and near the fields are teeming]
The Call for Reapers