1 Sowing, sowing, sowing for the Master,
Working, praying, trusting ev’ry day;
Faint not, weep not, harvest time is coming,
Surely the Lord your labor will repay.
Refrain:
O’er the valleys and the hills,
O’er the rocks and rippling rills,
Hear the voice of duty call, “work today,
Harvest cometh by and by;
Tho’ the seed shall live or die,
Surely the Lord your labor will repay.
2 Precious, precious are the fleeting moments,
Swiftly, swiftly passing on their way;
Use them, use them in the Master’s service,
Surely the Lord your labor will repay. [Refrain]
3 Somewhere, somewhere careless ones are drifting,
Straying, straying from the fold away;
Seek them, seek them in the storm or sunshine,
Surely the Lord your labor will repay. [Refrain]
Source: The Service of Praise #38