Hymn Chords

358. Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming

F                Bb                 F                       G7   C
Far and near the fields are teeming with the sheaves of rip-ened grain;

F                  Bb               F            Bb F     C7  F
Far and near their gold is gleaming O’er the sun-ny slope and plain.

F                C7                  F                Bb F    C
Lord of harvest, send forth reapers! Hear us Lord, to Thee we cry;

F                 Bb                 F           Bb   F    C7   F
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.