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