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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.
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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.
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O thou, whom thy Lord is sending,
gather now the sheaves of gold;
Heavenward then at evening wending
Thou shalt come with joy untold.
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Go ye therefore,and teach all nations…….
Lord of harvest, send me,
Hear me o Lord, to Thee i cry;
Send the sheaves to gather,
Ere the harvest-time pass by. Amen
God bless
Awakening, “ere the harvest time pass by!”
Amazing song!
Send me Lord