1. A sower with weeping went forth to sow
Went bearing the precious seed;
He pass'd where the wayside vines droop'd low,
Pass'd over the dewy mead.
From early dawn till the stars came out,
He scattered the golden grain,
Alike on the hillside parch'd with drought,
Alike on the fertile plain.
2. The seed soon sprung up which the sower cast;
It grew both by night and day;
And lo, e'er the harvest time had pass'd,
A reaper strayed that way.
He reaped the grain with a happy song;
His sickle was keen and bright;
Heavy laden with sheaves he passed along
In the rosy, sunset light.
3. When the "Lord of the Harvest" shall come to receive
And garner his ripened wheat,
The sower and reaper together, their sheaves
With rejoicing shall lay at his feet;
Together shall enter the heav'nly rest,
To sow and to reap no more;
Together shall join in the song of the blest,
For the weeping time will be o'er.