Far And Near
Scripture: Luke 10:2
Time Signature: 3/4
Hymn Status: Public Domain (This hymn is free to use for display and print)
Verse 1: 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.
Verse 2: Send them forth with morn’s first beaming, Send them in the noontide’s glare; When the sun’s last rays are gleaming, Bid them gather ev’rywhere. Lord of harvest,
Verse 3: O thou, whom thy Lord is sending, Gather now the sheaves of gold; Heav’nward then at evening wending, Thou shalt come with joy untold.
Chorus: Lord of harvest, send forth reapers! Hear us, Lord, to Thee we cry, Send them now the sheaves to gather, Ere the harvesttime pass by.