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Words by John O. ThompsonTune by J. B. O. ClemmKey signature: A flat major (4 flats)Time signature: 3/4Meter: 8.7.8.7. with RefrainPublic Domain1. 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 harvesttime pass by.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.3. O thou, whom thy Lord is sending, Gather now the sheaves of gold; Heav’nward then at ev’ning wending, Thou shalt come with joy untold.
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