Sow in the Morn Thy Seed

Verse 1

Sow in the morn thy seed, At eve hold not thy hand; To doubt and fear give thou no heed, Broadcast it o'er the land.

Verse 2

Thou know'st not which may thrive, The late or early sown, God keeps his precious seed alive, When and wherever strown.

Verse 3

Thou canst not toil in vain; Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain For garners in the sky.

Verse 4

Thence, when the glorious end, The day of God is come, The angel reapers shall descend, And heav'n cry "Harvest Home." Amen.