448 – Far and Near the Fields Are Teeming
Major Key: F
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.
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 noon-tides’s glare;
When the sun’s last rays are streaming,
Bid them gather everywhere.
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”
Popote mashamba yajaa tele nafaka pevu,
Popote yang`aa meupe bondeni na nyandani.
Mwenye mavuno twasihi upeleke wavuni,
Wayakusanye mazao, hata kazi yaishe.
Wapeleke uchaoni, waende na jotoni,
Hata jua lishukapo wakusanye ko kote.
Enyi wakazi wa Bwana yaleteni mazao,
Na jioni ingieni kwake na furaha kuu.