
Author: J. O. Thompson Hymnal: Let Youth Praise Him #142 (1964) First Line: Far and near the fields are teeming Lyrics: 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 O thou whom the Lord is sending,
Gather now the sheaves of gold,
Heav'nward then at evening wending,
Thou shalt come with joy untold. [Chorus] Topics: Missions Languages: English Tune Title: [Far and near the fields are teeming]
Lord of Harvest, Send Forth Reapers