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Far and near the fields are teeming




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.



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 everywhere.

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.



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.

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.


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LYRICS
Meter: 8 7 8 7 and refrain
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1885
      Bible Refs: Ps 126:6; Mt 9:37;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      # 1086
      1961# 668
      MUSIC
      Name: LORD OF HARVEST
      Meter: 8 7 8 7 and refrain
      Writer(s):
        Dates:
        LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
        Hymn/Song Book Song # Key
        # 1086Ab

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