Hymns 4 - Far and Near текст песни

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.
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.

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain