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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 sunny slope and plain.
With the sheaves 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.
Hear us, Lord, to Thee we cry;
Send them now the sheaves to gather,
Ere the harvest-time pass by.
Verse 2
Send them forth with morn's first beaming,
Send them in the noontide's glare;
When the sun's last rays are streaming,
Bid them gather everywhere.
Send them in the noontide's glare;
When the sun's last rays are streaming,
Bid them gather everywhere.
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.
Gather now the sheaves of gold;
Heavenward then at evening wending
Thou shalt come with joy untold.
A hymn depicting Christ's call to discipleship and missionary work.