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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.
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 noontide's glare;
when the sun's last rays are gleaming,
bid them gather ev'rywhere. [Refrain]
3 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. [Refrain]
Source: Trinity Psalter Hymnal #423
First Line: | Far and near the fields are teeming |
Title: | Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming |
Author: | James Oren Thompson |
Meter: | 8.7.8.7 with refrain |
Language: | English |
Refrain First Line: | Lord of the harvest, send forth reapers |
Notes: | Polish translation: See "Pola wkolo już dojrzaly" |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
Early research indicated that this hymn may have been written by John O. Thomson who lived from 1782-1818, however, later research shows that it was written by James Oren Thompson, 1834-1917