Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.
Galatians 6:7
Words: Howard Kingsbury, in Echo to Happy Voices (New York: American Tract Society, 1869), number 93.
Music: Garaison J. M. Castle, in Every Sabbath, edited by Tullius C. O’Kane (Cincinnati, Ohio: John Church, 1874), number 78 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know Castle’s full name, or where to get a good photo of him or Kingsbury,
Are we sowing seeds of kindness?
They shall blossom bright ere long;
Are we sowing seeds of discord?
They shall ripen into wrong.
Are we sowing seeds of honor?
They shall bring forth golden grain;
Are we sowing seeds of falsehood?
We shall yet reap bitter pain.
We can never be too careful,
What the seed our hand shall sow;
Love for love is sure to ripen,
Hate for hate is sure to grow.
Seeds of good or ill we scatter,
Heedlessly along our way;
But a glad or grievous fruitage,
Waits us at the harvest day.