Full Lyrics
VERSE 1
O, scatter seeds of loving deeds,
Along the fertile field;
For grain will grow from what you sow,
And fruitful harvest yield.
REFRAIN
Then day by day along your way,
The seeds of promise cast;
That ripened grain, from hill and plain,
Be gathered home at last.
VERSE 2
Tho' sown in tears thru weary years,
The seed will surely live;
Tho' great the cost it is not lost,
For God will fruitage give.
VERSE 3
The harvesthome of God will come,
And after toil and care;
With joy untold your sheaves of gold,
Will all be garnered there.
