First Line: Some are sowing their seed in the dawn-light fair,

Some are sowing their seed in the dawn-light fair;
They are sowing seed in the noonday glare;
They are sowing seed in the soft twilight ;
They are sowing their seed in the solemn night.

What shall the harvest be ?
What shall the harvest be ?
What shall the harvest be ?
What shall the harvest be ?

2 Some are sowing their seed of word and deed,
Which the cold know not, nor the careless heed;
Oh, the gentle word, and the kindest deed,
That have blessed the sad heart in its sorest need.
Sweet shall the harvest be !

3 Some are sowing the seed of noble deed,
With a sleepless watch and an earnest heed ;
With a ceaseless hand in the earth
they sow, [where'er they go.
And the fields are all whitening
Rich will the harvest be !

4 Whether sown in the darkness, or
sown in the light ;
Whether sown in weakness, or sown in might ; ,
Whether sown in meekness, or sown in wrath
In the broadest highway, or the shadowy path :
Sure will the harvest be !