Far and Near (Congregational)

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

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

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

Thou whom Christ the Lord is sending,
gather now the sheaves of gold
Heav'nward then at evening wending
Thou shalt come with joy untold

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



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Greenwood, Roger Alan Nowell, Ann Marie Hurst
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