1 We are sowing the seed of the word of life,
We are sowing each day in a world of strife;
We are sowing with care in the morning bright;
We are sowing till late, in the shades of night.

Chorus: What we sow in the sunshine, or sow in the rain;
What we scatter abroad we shall gather again!
O, that will the harvest be, that will the harvest be,
O, that will the harvest, harvest be.

2 We are sowing the seed in a world of pain,
We are sowing in faith, we shall reap again;
We are sowing in hope, from the field to win
Some poor soul, in the harvest to gather in. [Chorus]

3 We are sowing each day, in our word and deed,
We are sowing the truth with an earnest heed;
With a diligent hand we delight to sow,
In the morning and eve, where the wheat may grow. [Chorus]

4 We are sowing in tears, we shall reap ere long,
When the Master shall come, with the angel throng;
Then we'll rest from our sorrows, our toils and cares,
In the mansions of light, when he burns the tares. [Chorus]

5 If we sow to the Spirit, our life is sure;
If we labor in faith, to the end endure;
Tho' with weeping we sow, yet with joy we'll come,
When we bring in our sheaves, to the harvest home. [Chorus]