1 They are sowing their seed in the daylight fair,
They are sowing seed in the noonday's glare;
They are sowing seed in the soft twilight;
They are sowing their seed in the solemn night.

Chorus:
What shall the harvest be?
What shall the harvest be?
What shall the harvest be?
What shall the harvest be?

2 They are sowing their seed of word and deed,
Which the cold know not, nor the careless heed,
O! the gentle word and the kindest deed
That have blest the sad heart in its sorest need.

Chorus:
Sweet shall the harvest be,
Sweet shall the harvest be,
Sweet shall the harvest be,
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,
And the fields are all whitening where'er they go.

Chorus:
Rich will the harvest be,
Rich will the harvest be,
Rich will the harvest be,
Rich will the harvest be.

4 And there's many yet standing with idle hands;
Still they're scattering seed throughout the land,
And some who are sowing the seeds of care,
Which their soil long has borne, and it still must bear.

Chorus: Sad will the harvest be.

5 Whether sown in the darkness or sown in 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.

Chorus: Sure will the harvest be.