The call for reapers

Lyrics

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.
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 everywhere.
3. O thou whom thy Lord is sending, Gather now the sheaves of gold, Heavenward then at evening wending, Thou shall come with joy untold.
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.