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. 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. 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 everywhere. Refrain O thou, whom thy Lord is sending, Gather now the sheaves of gold; Heav???nward then at evening wending, Thou shalt come with joy untold. Refrain
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