{
  "title": "Far and near the fields are teeming",
  "author": "",
  "tune": "Clemm",
  "number": "668",
  "lyrics": "Far and near the fields are teeming\nWith the waves of ripened grain;\nFar and near their gold is gleaming\nO'er the sunny slope and plain.\n\nLord of harvest, send forth reapers!\nHear us, Lord, to thee we cry;\nSend them now the sheaves to gather,\nEre the harvest time pass by.\n\nSend them forth with morn's first beaming,\nSend them in the noontide's glare;\nWhen the sun's last rays are gleaming,\nBid them gather ev'rywhere.\n\nO thou, whom thy Lord is sending,\nGather now the sheaves of gold;\nHeav'nward then at evening wending,\nThou shalt come with joy untold.",
  "first_line": "Far and near the fields are teeming"
}