The Tares

Satan the tares is sow­ing;

So ear­nest­ly sow­ing

sow­ing

And with the wheat they’re grow­ing

Together grow­ing here.

And the an­gels will ga­ther

By and by

by and by

The wheat for the gar­ner

Of the Mas­ter on high;

The an­gels will ga­ther

By and by

by and by

The wheat for the gar­ner

Of the Mas­ter on high;

God for the wheat is car­ing

So ten­der­ly car­ing

car­ing

And while the tares He’s spar­ing

The har­vest draw­eth near.

Yes

He the wheat is keep­ing

So lov­ing­ly keep­ing

keep­ing

Safe for the time of reap­ing

For gar­ners built above.

When He the wheat doth sev­er

Eternally sev­er

sev­er

May we be His for­ev­er

To sing His grace and love.