Far and near the fields, are teeming With the sheaves of ripened - TopicsExpress



          

Far and near the fields, are teeming With the sheaves of ripened grain; Far and near their gold is gleaming, Oér the sunny slope and plain. [C] 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 morns first beaming, Send them in the noontides glare; When the suns last rays are streming, Bid them gather everywhere. O thou, whom thy Lord is sending, Gather now the sheaves of gold; Heavenward then at evening wending Thou shalt come with joy untold.
Posted on: Thu, 03 Apr 2014 03:51:00 +0000

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