1 A sower was ending his homeward way,
And his steps were sad and slow,
So weary with toiling the livelong day,—
And I called in accents low,
“O, why are you sad at eventide?
You’ve scattered the good seed far and wide,
By streamlets fair and on mountain side,
You’ve worked till the sunset glow.”

You’ve worked to the sunset glow,
You’ve worked till the sunset glow,
By streamlets fair and on mountain side,
You’ve worked till the sunset glow.

2 The sower made answer in words like these,
“I have toiled since break of day,
My forehead was kissed by the morning breeze
And ‘twas scorched by noontide ray,
But I fear that the thorns will choke the seek,
The birds of the air may on it fee,
Perchance on the rocks ‘twill die indeed,
Then what will the Master say?”

Then what will the Master say?
Then what will the Master say?
Perchance on rocks it will die indeed,
Then what will the Master say?

3 “O sower, be trustful” I made reply,
“You have worked for Christ the Lord,
He sendeth the sunlight from smiling sky,
From His hand the rain is poured;
He’ll watch the seed which your hand did sow,
The dews will fall and the soft winds blow,
Till tall and fair shall the ripe grain grow—
For such is the promised word.”

For such is the promised word,
For such is the promised word,
Till tall and fair shall the ripe grain grow—
For such is the promised word.

4 A sower was wending his homeward way,
But his steps were glad and fleet;
He carrolled a song, ‘twas a happy lay,
And it told of faith so sweet;
For trust had come in the place of fear,
“In God’s good time will the grain appear,”
A glad “well done” will the toiler hear,
His heart shall with rapture beat.

His heart shall with rapture beat,
His heart shall with rapture beat,
A glad “well done” will the toiler hear,
His heart shall with rapture beat.