Sowing in the morning

Sowing in the morning

sowing seeds of kindness

Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve;

Waiting for the harvest

and the time of reaping

We shall come rejoicing

bringing in the sheaves.

Bringing in the sheaves

bringing in the sheaves

We shall come rejoicing

bringing in the sheaves;

Bringing in the sheaves

bringing in the sheaves

We shall come rejoicing

bringing in the sheaves.

Sowing in the sunshine

sowing in the shadows

Fearing neither clouds nor winter’s chilling breeze;

By and by

the harvest and the labor ended

We shall come rejoicing

bringing in the sheaves.

Going forth with weeping

sowing for the Master

Tho’

the loss sustained

our spirit often grieves;

When our weeping’s over

He will bid us welcome

We shall come rejoicing

bringing in the sheaves.