International Song Service ‎#296

296. The Call for Reapers

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.

Chorus:
Lord of Harvest, send forth reapers!
Hear us, Lord, to thee we cry;
Sound 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 everywhere. [Chorus]

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. [Chorus]

Text Information

• First Line: Far and near the fields are teeming
• Title: The Call for Reapers
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1895

Tune Information

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