The seed I have scattered
In springtime with weeping,
And watered with tears
And with dews from on high;
Another may shout when the
Harvester's reaping,
Shall gather my grain
In the sweet by and by.
Refrain
Over and over, yes,
Deeper and deeper
My heart is pierced thro'
With life's sorrowing cry,
But the tears of the sower
And songs of the reaper
Shall mingle together
In joy by and by.
By and by, by and by,
By and by, by and by,
Yes the tears of the sower
And songs of the reaper
Shall mingle together
In joy by and by.
Another may reap what in
Spring time I've planted,
Another rejoice in the
Fruit of my pain,
Not knowing my tears when
In summer I fainted
While toiling sad-hearted
In sunshine and rain.
The thorns will have choked
And the summer suns blasted
The most of the seed which in
Spring-time I've sown;
But the Lord who has watched
While my weary toil lasted
Will give me a harvest
For what I have done.