Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming

448 – Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming

Major Key: F

1
Far and near the fields are teeming
With the sheaves of ripened grain;
Far and near their gold is gleaming
O’er the sunny slope and plain.

CHORUS:
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 noon-tides’s glare;
When the sun’s last rays are streaming,
Bid them gather everywhere.

3
O thou, whom thy Lord is sending,
Gather now the sheaves of gold;
Heavenward then at evening wending
Thou shalt come with joy untold.

094 – Po Pote Mashamba Yajaa
“Far And Near The Fields”

1
Popote mashamba yajaa tele nafaka pevu,
Popote yang`aa meupe bondeni na nyandani.

Chorus
Mwenye mavuno twasihi upeleke wavuni,
Wayakusanye mazao, hata kazi yaishe.

2
Wapeleke uchaoni, waende na jotoni,
Hata jua lishukapo wakusanye ko kote.

3
Enyi wakazi wa Bwana yaleteni mazao,
Na jioni ingieni kwake na furaha kuu.

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