#358Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming

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Far and near the fields are teeming With the sheaves of ripened grain; Far and near their gold is gleaming O'er the sunny slope and plain.
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Send them forth with morn's first beaming, Send them in the noontide's glare; When the sun's last rays are streaming, Bid them gather everywhere.
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O thou, whom thy Lord is sending, Gather now the sheaves of gold; Heavenward then at evening wending, Thou shalt come with joy untold.
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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.

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Scripture References:

Matthew 9:37-38, Luke 10:2