1 He that, weeping, goeth forth to sow
In life’s harvest field so wide,
Doubtless shall the joy of reaping know,
Joy that ever will abide.
Chorus:
Not empty-handed would I go
To meet my Lord who loves me so;
Not empty-handed would I go,
But laden with golden sheaves.
2 Daily going forth to seek the lost;
never service was so sweet;
Bringing them, whatever it may cost,
To the dear Redeemer’s feet. [Chorus]
3 While the summer’s sun is shining bright,
Till the evening shadows dim,
Toiling in the fields to harvest white,
Winning precious souls for Him. [Chorus]
4 Bringing to the garner of the Lord
Souls my labors here have won;
God’s approving smile my rich reward,
And His gracious “Child, well done!” [Chorus]
Source: Sunday School and Revival: with Y.M.C.A. supplement #2