Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming

Verse 1

Far and near the fields are teeming
With the sheaves of ripened grain;
Far and near their gold is gleaming
O’er the summy slope and plain.

Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming

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.

Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming

Verse 2

Send them forth with morn’s first beaming,
Send them in the noon-tides’s glare;
When the sun’s last rays are streaming,
Bid them gather everywhere.

Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming

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.

Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming

Verse 3

O thou, whom thy Lord is sending,
Gather now the sheaves of gold;
Heavenward then at evening wending
Thou shalt come with joy untold.

Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming

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.