K. Shaw
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.
2
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.
3
Going forth with weeping,
Sowing for the Master,
Though 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.