Precious Golden Grain

1 While the days be going, for the Lord be sowing,
Tho' the seed may often seem to fall in vain;
After toil and weeping comes the joy of reaping,
By and by we’ll gather sheaves of golden grain.

Refrain:
Sowing, ever sowing, while the days are going;
Tho' the seed may often seem to fall in vain;
Sowing, ever sowing, while the days are going,
By and by we'll gather sheaves of golden grain.

2 Hearts that sin has broken, yearn for mercy’s token,
Bear the balm of healing o’er the world-wide field;
Morning, noon and even, sow to reap for heaven,
Soon will come the harvest with its priceless yield. [Refrain]

3 Go with comfort holy to the poor and lowly,
Help the heavy-laden, weary, and oppressed;
Christlike kindness showing seed divine be sowing,
It will surely ripen for the garners blest. [Refrain]

4 Sow as Christ commanded, go not empty handed,
Or before the Master lay but worthless leaves;
Pass thro’ death’s dim portal to the life immortal,
From the earthly harvest bearing golden sheaves. [Refrain]

Source: The New Wonderful Songs for Work and Worship #200

• MIDI file from Songs of the Century #30