Major Key: F1.Far and near the fields are teemingWith the sheaves of ripened grain;Far and near their gold is gleamingO'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 noon-tides's glare;When the sun's last rays are streaming,Bid them gather everywhere.3.O thou, whom thy Lord is sending,Gather now the sheaves of gold;Heavenward then at evening wendingThou shalt come with joy untold.