Seedtime and Harvest

Verse 1

As pilgrims and strangers we journey thro’ life, Thro’ sunshine and shadow, thro’ calm and thro’ strife; Each day we are scattering seed as we go; Some day ’twill be harvest—"we reap what we sow."

Verse 2

Tho’ weary and worn and alone in your way, And storm clouds are gathering dark in your day, Weep not, toiling one, neither faint as you go; The harvest is nearing—"we reap what we sow."

Verse 3

Tho’ life may appear as a cold barren waste, And comes no return of the bread you have cast, Continue to do loving deeds as you go; The harvest is nearing—"we reap what we sow."

Verse 4

We’ll reap what we sow when the harvest is come, Some day we shall garner the deeds we have done; Then heed not the storm nor the cold winds that blow; Toil on till the harvest—"we reap what we sow."