They are sowing their seed in the daylight fair; 
They are sowing their seed in the noonday glare; 
They are sowing their seed in the soft twilight; 
They are sowing their seed in the solemn night; 
What shall the harvest be, 

Chorus: 
The harvest be, 
The harvest be? 

They are sowing their seed of the word and deed, 
Which the careless know not, not the cold ones heed, 
Of the tenderest word of the kindest deed 
That have gladdened the heart in its greatest need. 
Sweet shall the harvest be. 

They are sowing the seed of each noble deed 
With an untiring watch, and an earnest heed; 
With an unceasing hand, o'er the earth they sow 
And the meadows are ripening wear they go. 
Rich will the harvest be. 

Whether sowing in darkness or sowing in light, 
Whether sowing in weakness or sowing in night, 
Whether sowing in meekness or sowing in wrath, 
In the broad work field or the shadowy path. 
True will the harvest be.