Sowing to reap

Verse 1

Sowing to death or life, Sowing to reap! Sowing to joy or strife, Which shall we reap? Now let good seed be cast; Sowing will soon be past; Harvest will come at last; What shall we reap!

Verse 2

Now is the sowing time, Life's blooming spring; Age is the winter clime, When joys take wing. Sow to the Spirit now, Here make thy solemn vow; Unto thy Maker bow; Repentance bring.

Verse 3

Sad, sad, the reaping day, If ill is sown; Vain, vain to weep and pray, Hopeless and lone. Sowing for thee is o'er; Summer will come no more, Autumn will yield no store; Harvest is flown.