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CH1941, Hymn #448
Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming
Church Hymnal, #448
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| Found in | Church Hymnal (1941) |
| Hymn Number | 448 |
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448: Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming
Verse 1
Far and near the fields are teeming
with the sheaves of ripened grain;
Far and near their gold is gleaming
O'er the summy 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 3
O thou, whom thy Lord is sending,
Gather now the sheaves of gold;
Heavenward then at evening wending
Thou shalt come with joy untold.