Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming

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.

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.

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 ev'rywhere. [Refrain]

3 Thou whom Christ the Lord is sending,
gather now the sheaves of gold;
heav'nward then at evening wending,
thou shalt come with joy untold. [Refrain]


Source: Trinity Psalter Hymnal #423

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #1432