New English Seventh Day Adventist Hymnal

Hymn 359 FAR AND NEAR THE FIELDS ARE TEEMING Lyrics

1
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.

CHORUS:
Lord of harvest, send forth reapers!
Hear us Lord, to Thee we cry;
Send them now the sheaves to gather,
Ere the harvesttime pass by.

2
Send them forth with morn’s first beaming,
Send them in the noontides’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 wending
Thou shalt come with joy untold.