LYRIC
| Song | Far And Near The Fields Are Teeming |
| Album | Christian Hymns Karaoke |
| Genre | Praise & Worship |
| Writer(s) | James Oren Thompson |
| Publisher / Copyrights | Public Domain |
| Key | |
| Tags | Far And Near, Fields Are Teeming |
| Theme(s) | Far And Near, Fields, Teeming, Waves, Ripened Grain, Gleaming |
| Scripture Reference(s) | Psalm 126, Matthew 9:37-38, John 4:35, John 9:4 |
| CCLI Song No |
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,
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.
O Thou Whom Thy Lord Is Sending,
Gather Now The Sheaves Of Gold;
Heavenward 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.
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