40. The Call for Reapers

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.

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, bid them gather ev'rywhere.

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.

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.

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.