CARP Song Book
54. The Call for Reapers
D G Far and near the fields are teeming D Bm G A7 With the waves of ripened grain; D D7 G Far and near their gold is gleaming D Bm G A7 D O'er the sunny slopes and plain. Chorus: D G A7 Lord of Harvest, send forth reapers; F#m Bm G A7 Hear us Lord, to Thee we cry. D D7 G Send then now the sheaves to gather, D Bm A7 D Ere the harvest-time pass by. 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. O Thou, whom Thy Lord is sending, Gather now the sheaves of gold. Heav'nward them at evening wending, Thou shalt come with joy untold.
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