Countless seeds we all area sowing in the soil of other hearts;
Soon or late for good or evil, every bud of fruitage starts.
Sowing, reaping for the Master, let us toil with thought and care;
Seeds of love and truth implanting, with a smile, a song, a prayer.
Careless sowing how it deepens shades of sorrow, guilt and gloom;
Careful sowing, how it sweetens all the ways with fragrant bloom!
If in righteousness we’re sowing, every seed matures its kind;
In God’s peace and favor growing, richest harvests we shall find.
Choicest seeds, then, let us scatter, now with hope, and now with tears,
Waiting for divine approval, through the glad eternal years.
“Sowing and Reaping” (1810)
Words by J.H. Kurzenknabe, Music by F.E. Pettingell.