Oh! sow­er, dost thou sow good seed?
And dost thou nob­ly bear thy part?
The world can on­ly see the deeds,
While God, in Hea­ven, knows the heart.

Refrain

The hour is sun­lit, Hea­ven blest,
Which sees some no­ble work be­gun;
Nor cease, nor id­ly wish for rest
Before thy toil hath vic­t’ry won.

Forget not that on ev­ery life
Around, you cast some light or shade!
Prepare then for the world’s great strife;
By pa­tient toil are true lives made.

Refrain

Against the wrong and for the right,
Ah! yes, brave heart, there’s need for you!
The field for har­vest still is white;
The la­bor­ers are all too few.

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