Precious Golden Grain

Verse 1

While the days be going, for the Lord be sowing, Tho' the seed may often seem to fall in vain; After toil and weeping comes the joy of reaping, By and by we’ll gather sheaves of golden grain.

Chorus

Sowing, ever sowing, while the days are going; Tho' the seed may often seem to fall in vain; Sowing, ever sowing, while the days are going, By and by we'll gather sheaves of golden grain.

Verse 2

Hearts that sin has broken, yearn for mercy’s token, Bear the balm of healing o’er the world-wide field; Morning, noon and even, sow to reap for heaven, Soon will come the harvest with its priceless yield.

Verse 3

Go with comfort holy to the poor and lowly, Help the heavy-laden, weary, and oppressed; Christlike kindness showing seed divine be sowing, It will surely ripen for the garners blest.

Verse 4

Sow as Christ commanded, go not empty handed, Or before the Master lay but worthless leaves; Pass thro’ death’s dim portal to the life immortal, From the earthly harvest bearing golden sheaves.