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Text Based On John Chapter 4 (KJV)
Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields;
for they are white already to harvest.
(Public Domain)
Words: James O. Thompson: 1834-1917
Music: James B. O. Clem: 1855-1927
Far and Near v4/F
FAR AND NEAR
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,
Bid them gather everywhere.
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
4.
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
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