Far and Near

 

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;

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. [Chorus]

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. [Chorus]

 

Author: James Oren Thompson

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