Hymn Chords

358. Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming

G                C                  G                       A7   D
Far and near the fields are teeming with the sheaves of rip-ened grain;

G                  C                G            C  G     D7  G
Far and near their gold is gleaming O’er the sun-ny slope and plain.

G                D7                  G                C  G    D
Lord of harvest, send forth reapers! Hear us Lord, to Thee we cry;

G                 C                  G           C    G    D7   G
Send them now the sheaves to gather, Ere the har-vest-time pass by.


[[Full Lyrics]]

[Verse 1]
Far and near the fields are teeming
With the sheaves of ripened grain;
Far and near their gold is gleaming
O’er the summy 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.

[Verse 2]
Send them forth with morn’s first beaming,
Send them in the noon-tides’s glare;
When the sun’s last rays are streaming,
Bid them gather everywhere.

[Verse 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.