While there’s a lit­tle seed for me to sow,
While there’s a lit­tle field for me to mow,
Let me awake and sow­ing be,
Let me abroad and mow­ing be,
For, oh, these days that go so quick­ly by,
Tell of the reap­ing of eter­ni­ty.
Let me a sow­er be, let me a mow­er be—
And to our great com­mand­er loy­al be and true;
Oh, let me a sow­er be, let me a mow­er be,
Ready to do what­ev­er I may find to do.

While there is good that ev­en I may preach,
While there’s a soul that ev­en I may teach,
I can an ear­nest preach­er be,
A true and loy­al teach­er be,
And ev­ery­where sal­va­tion’s joys de­clare,
As I have free­ly gained to free­ly share.
Let me a preach­er be, let me a teach­er be—
And to our great com­mand­er loy­al be and true;
O let me a preach­er be, let me a teach­er be,
Ready to do what­ev­er I may find to do.

While there’s a lit­tle song that I can sing,
While there’s a lit­tle joy that I can bring,
O let me ev­er sing­ing be,
And joy and com­fort bring­ing be,
And so ful­fill­ing well my Lord’s be­hest,
In Him shall ev­ery wor­thy deed be blest.
Then let me ev­er sing, joy to some heart to bring,
And to our great com­mand­er loy­al be and true;
Oh then let me ev­er sing, joy to some heart to bring,
Ready to do what­ev­er I may find to do.