Hymn
Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming
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.
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.
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.
Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming — Text from The New Praiseworthy, 1916. Public domain. https://yeshuanow.com/hymns/far-and-near-the-fields-are-teeming
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Questions about this hymn
Who wrote Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming?
The words of Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming were written by James Oren Thompson; the version here was published in 1916.
Is Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming public domain?
Yes. The words here are taken from The New Praiseworthy, published in 1916. Works published before 1931 are out of copyright in the United States, so you can print, project, perform and record this hymn freely. How we source and check every hymn.
What is the metre of Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming?
Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming is in 8.7.8.7 with refrain. Hymns in the same metre can usually be sung to the same tunes — for example, What a Wonderful Savior, Blessed Quietness and Take the Name of Jesus with You.