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