We are sow­ing the seed of the word of life,
We are sow­ing each day in a world of strife;
We are sow­ing with care in the morn­ing bright;
We are sow­ing till late, in the shades of night.

Refrain

What we sow in the sun­shine, or sow in the rain;
What we scat­ter abroad we shall ga­ther again!
O, that will the har­vest be, that will the harvest be,
O, that will the har­vest, har­vest be.

We are sow­ing the seed in a world of pain,
We are sow­ing in faith, we shall reap again;
We are sow­ing with hope, from the field to win
Some poor soul, in the har­vest to ga­ther in.

Refrain

We are sow­ing each day, in our word and deed,
We are sow­ing the truth with an ear­nest heed;
With a di­li­gent hand we delight to sow,
In the morn­ing and eve, where the wheat may grow.

Refrain

We are sow­ing in tears, we shall reap ere long;
When the Mas­ter shall come, with the an­gel throng;
Then we’ll rest from our sor­rows, our toils and care,
In the man­sions of light, when He burns the tares.

Refrain

If we sow to the Spir­it, our life is sure;
If we la­bor in faith, to the end en­dure;
Tho’ with weep­ing we sow, yet with joy we’ll come,
When we bring in our sheaves, to the har­vest home.

Refrain