Praise for the Lord (Expanded Edition) ‎#139

139. Far and Near (The Call For Reapers)

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]

Text Information

• First Line: Far and near the fields are teeming
• Title: Far and Near (The Call For Reapers)
• Author: John O. Thompson (1885)
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1997
• Scripture:
  Psalm 126:6
  ;
  Matthew 9:37-38
  ;
  John 4:35-36
• Topic: Mission

Tune Information

• Name: [Far and near the fields are teeming]
• Composer: J. B. O. Clemm (1885)
• Key: A♭ Major