Scripture Verse

The harvest truly is plenteous, but the laborers are few. Matthew 9:37


Words: Ada L. Bob­bitt, in The Morn­ing Light! by So­lo­mon Straub (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Root & Sons Mu­sic, 1880), num­ber 50.

Music: Ar­ranged by So­lo­mon W. Straub (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Bob­bitt or Straub (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


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.


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.


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.