Sow Thy Seed

In the morn­ing

when the dew is spark­ling

Sow thy seed—sow thy seed;

Ere the sun

too red­ly glow­ing;

Ere the wind

too rough­ly blow­ing

Blight the ten­der germ

and thus thy sow­ing

Be in vain

be in vain.

When with wel­come show’rs the earth is wa­tered

Sow thy seed—sow thy seed;

That the gen­tle rain dis­till­ing;

All the germ with new life fil­ling

Bring a glad­some har­vest for thy till­ing

Rich and rare

rich and rare.

With a heart where hope and love are dwell­ing

Sow thy seed—sow thy seed;

Let not ear­nest zeal be want­ing;

Press through tri­als

no­thing daunt­ing

Trusting in the bless­èd Lord for grant­ing

Thy re­quest

thy re­quest.

In life’s morn­ing

when the heart is ten­der

Sow thy seed—sow thy seed

And the ground

thy words re­ceiv­ing

May through hum­ble faith

be­liev­ing

Blossom rich and fair in gar­nered sheav­ing

Fair to view

fair to view.

Teacher

strong in faith and ear­nest ef­fort

Sow thy seed—sow thy seed;

Be thy task with pray­er anoint­ed;

Steadfast at thy post ap­point­ed

Find at last the glo­ri­ous har­vest grant­ed

Thy re­ward

thy re­ward.

In the name of Christ

thy Lord and mas­ter

Sow thy seed—sow thy seed;

He a lov­ing watch is keep­ing;

He to joy will change thy weep­ing

And in Heav’n be­hold with joy the reap­ing

Of thy toil

of thy toil!