First Line: Sowing the seed by the dawn-light fair,

Sowing the seed by the dawn-light fair,
Sowing the seed by the noonday glare ;
Sowing the seed by the fading light,
Sowing the seed in the solemn night:
Oh, what shall the harvest be ?
Oh, what shall the harvest be ?

Sown ... in the dark - • - ness or sown ... in
the light, . . . . . .
Sown ... in our weak ness or sown ... in our might,
Gathered in time or eternity,
Sure, ah, sure will the harvest be ! . . .

2 Sowing the seed by the wayside high,
Sowing the seed on the rocks to die;
Sowing the seed where the thorns will spoil,
Sowing the seed in the fertile soil :
Oh, what shall the harvest be ?

3 Sowing the seed of a lingering pain,
Sowing the seed of a maddened brain ;
Sowing the seed of a tarnished name,
Sowing the seed of eternal shame :
Oh, what shall the harvest be ?

4 Sowing the seed with an aching heart,
Sowing the seed while the tear-drops start ;
Sowing in hope till the reapers come,
Gladly to gather the harvest home :
Oh, what shall the harvest be ?