Who’ll Be Sowing?

Who’ll be sow­ing

who’ll be sow­ing

Sowing pre­cious gold­en grain

In the val­ley

on the hill­side

Wide across the fer­tile plain?

Who’ll be sow­ing

who’ll be sow­ing

Who’ll be sow­ing pre­cious gold­en grain?

Sowing

reap­ing

sow­ing

reaping

Sowing

reap­ing gold­en grain?

Who’ll be sow­ing seeds of kind­ness

Right and left along the way

At the home hearth

by the sick couch

Here and there

where’er we stray?

Who’ll be sow­ing deeds of mer­cy

Sowing through life’s check­ered vale

Love and hon­or

vir­tue

good­ness

Mighty truth that must pre­vail?

May we all go sow­ing

reap­ing

Only best of life’s fair yield

So that at the fi­nal har­vest

We may reap in Heav’n’s bright field.