What a Reaping!

Oh! the sow­ing time seems wea­ry

And full oft the work­ers cry

To the Lord who rules the har­vest

For the reap­ing by and by.

What a reap­ing

reap­ing

What a reap­ing it will be by and by.

Every sor­row we have known

Every tear that we have sown

What a reap­ing it will be by and by!

In the sor­row and the suf­fer­ing

When each breath is but a sigh;

Though we sow in tears

re­mem­ber

There’s a reap­ing by and by.

When our hearts are strained to break­ing

Comfort oth­er suf­fer­ers nigh;

And our har­vest will be dou­bled

In the reap­ing by and by.

For the love of Christ is flow­ing

In a stream that’s nev­er dry;

He will wa­ter all our sow­ing

For the reap­ing by and by.