Seeds of Promise

Oh

scat­ter seeds of lov­ing deeds

Along the fer­tile field

For grain will grow from what you sow

And fruit­ful harv­est yield.

Then day by day along your way

The seeds of pro­mise cast

That rip­ened grain

from hill and plain

Be ga­thered home at last.

Tho’ sown in tears thro’ wea­ry years

The seed will sure­ly live;

Tho’ great the cost

it is not lost

For God will fruit­age give.

The har­vest home of God will come

And af­ter toil and care;

With joy un­told your sheaves of gold

Will all be gar­nered there.