Hymn Chords

358. Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming

Ab               Db                 Ab                      Bb7  Eb
Far and near the fields are teeming with the sheaves of rip-ened grain;

Ab                 Db               Ab           Db Ab    Eb7 Ab
Far and near their gold is gleaming O’er the sun-ny slope and plain.

Ab               Eb7                 Ab               Db Ab   Eb
Lord of harvest, send forth reapers! Hear us Lord, to Thee we cry;

Ab                Db                 Ab          Db   Ab   Eb7  Ab
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.