Far And Near The Fields Are Teeming - Hymn Lyrics & Music

Far And Near The Fields Are Teeming - Historic Christian Hymn / Spiritual Song Lyrics with Orchestral backing music.
LYRICS:
Far and near the fields are teeming
Author: James Oren Thompson
Tune: [Far and near the fields are teeming] (Clemm)
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.
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.
2 Send them forth with morn's first beaming;
Send them in the noontide's glare;
When the sun's last rays are gleaming,
Thou shalt come with joy untold. Refrain
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. Refrain
FOR SINGERS - music is mostly SATB formatted:
Centre: Soprano (violin/piccolo/flute/cello), Bass (Acoustic Bass/Contrabass)
Right 100% Alto (clarinet), Left 100% Tenor (oboe/tuba/trombone)
Lyrics are formatted for church type projection, for use in worship or choir practice etc.
SONG VERSIONS are the original traditional ones. There are also some variant versions of tunes, standard / full verses or instrumentation.
Lyrics and tunes used are PD versions, my music performance(sound recording) is copyright© Rod Smith but non-commercial, worship and individual education use is OK but NO posting to other KZbin channels or on-line anywhere without permission. Copyright, author and CCLI number (where available) are on the video.
UPDATES & CORRECTIONS: please let me know of any problem or deficiency with a song or music, and I will try and provide a new corrected version.
Thanks Rod

[@RodSmith0]

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.

[@apareshdas2820]

Last Harvest Sunday the Church Congregation sang this song, wonderful..❤

[@NatashaSpencer-ni8cy]

2 Send them forth with morn’s first beaming, Send them in the noon-tides’s glare; When the sun’s last rays are streaming, bid them gather everywhere.

[@yukiomatsunaga3002]

Give glory to God !

[@juvylahoylahoy3024]

Lord of harvest send forth reapers! hear us, Lord; to thee we cry...

[@obeytinarwo8208]

Vatumire pamanheruzve kwese kwese vacheki. Shona hymnal version