1 Sowing the seed from day to day,
Journeying along in life’s rough way,
Some seed falls on stony ground,
Where no depth of earth is found.
Refrain:
Sowing the seed, but not in vain,
Soon the harvest time will come;
When will be gathered the golden grain
Into the garner safe at home.
2 Some by the wayside, too is sown,
Where the fowls gathered them one by one;
Some seed falls among the thorns,
Thorns spring up and choke them down. [Refrain]
3 Other seed falls on fertile soil,
Where neither the drouth nor thorns can spoil;
Sunshine bright and raindrops pure,
Soon the harvest will mature. [Refrain]
Source: Pearls of Praise #145