Sowing for the Harvest

We are sow­ing the seed of the word of life

We are sow­ing each day in a world of strife;

We are sow­ing with care in the morn­ing bright;

We are sow­ing till late

in the shades of night.

What we sow in the sun­shine

or sow in the rain;

What we scat­ter abroad we shall ga­ther again!

O

that will the har­vest be

that will the harvest be

O

that will the har­vest

har­vest be.

We are sow­ing the seed in a world of pain

We are sow­ing in faith

we shall reap again;

We are sow­ing with hope

from the field to win

Some poor soul

in the har­vest to ga­ther in.

We are sow­ing each day

in our word and deed

We are sow­ing the truth with an ear­nest heed;

With a di­li­gent hand we delight to sow

In the morn­ing and eve

where the wheat may grow.

We are sow­ing in tears

we shall reap ere long;

When the Mas­ter shall come

with the an­gel throng;

Then we’ll rest from our sor­rows

our toils and care

In the man­sions of light

when He burns the tares.

If we sow to the Spir­it

our life is sure;

If we la­bor in faith

to the end en­dure;

Tho’ with weep­ing we sow

yet with joy we’ll come

When we bring in our sheaves

to the har­vest home.