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Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming
- 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.
Lord of harvest, send forth reapers;
hear us, Lord, to thee we cry;
send them now the sheaves to gather,
ere the harvesttime pass by. - 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.
Lord of harvest, send forth reapers;
hear us, Lord, to thee we cry;
send them now the sheaves to gather,
ere the harvesttime pass by. - Thou whom Christ the Lord is sending,
gather now the sheaves of gold;
heav’nward then at evening wending,
thou shalt come with joy untold.
Lord of harvest, send forth reapers;
hear us, Lord, to thee we cry;
send them now the sheaves to gather,
ere the harvesttime pass by.
Stanza Copyright
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Hymn
423
Scripture Reference
Matthew 9:37-38, John 4:35
Tune
Meter
8.7.8.7.ref.
Composer Information
Clemm, J. B. O. (1895)
- Author: Thompson, James Oren (303)