(Part 10 of the series on my only solo concert to date: A Concert of Sacred Metaphors, 2006).
I realized it has been a long time since I put posts up on the first 9 parts of this concert, and with 12 total parts, I should probably finish the series out some time. So here is number 10.
This song I remember where I first performed it — at a Gideon’s pastors rally in Corning, NY. I used the A Capella echo for the beginning, and the ending then, as I did in the concert, but varied from each other.
The metaphor is this one very steeped in scripture. Jesus himself alludes to the harvest and needing reapers in Matthew 9:38 and Luke 10:2 — encouraging us to pray to the Lord of the Harvest to send reapers into the harvest.
Sometimes people make the mistake of thinking they need to recruit the reapers. We may be (and almost assuredly are) sent to reap by the Lord of the Harvest, but he is the one who selects and sends the reapers, not us. We ask him to find others to join us in the work.
Lord of harvest, send forth reapers! Hear us, Lord, to Thee we cry;
Hear us, Lord, to Thee we cry;
Send them now the sheave to gather,
E’re the harvest-time pass by.
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.
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’n ward then at evening wending,
Thou shalt come with joy untold.