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.
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]
|First Line:||Far and near the fields are teaming|
|Title:||The Call for Reapers|
|Author:||J. O. Thompson|
|Refrain First Line:||Lord of harvest, send forth reapers!|
|FAR AND NEAR THE FIELDS ARE TEEMING (Trinity Hymnal 1961 - 668)|
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