Sowing the seed by the daylight fair
Sowing the seed by the noonday glare
Sowing the seed by the fading light
Sowing the seed in the solemn night
O what shall the harvest be?
O what shall the harvest be?
Sown in the darkness or sown in the light
Sown in our weakness or sown in our might
Gathered in time or eternity
Sure, ah, sure will the harvest be
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Sowing the seed by the wayside high
Sowing the seed on the rocks to die
Sowing the seed where the thorns will spoil
Sowing the seed in the fertile soil
Sowing the seed with an aching heart
Sowing the seed while the teardrops start
Sowing in hope till the reapers come
Gladly to gather the harvest home
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