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.

Chorus:

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 forthwith morn’s first beaming,

Send them in the noon-tide’s glare;

When the sun’s last rays are gleaming,

Bid them gather everywhere.

Chorus

Thou whom Christ the Lord is sending,

Gather now the sheaves of gold;

Heavenward then at evening wending,

Thou shalt come with joy untold.

Chorus

God will draw His people near Him;

Gathers them through Judgment Day.

He will guide, protect, and feed them,

Leading them along their way.

Chorus

In the Judgment,Jesus reigneth,

O’er the earth He rules as King!

All His children,He susaineth,

Till to heaven the harvest brings.

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