1 We are sowing now of the golden grain,
The toiling time for us has come;
In the reaping time we may come again,
And gather for the harvest home.

Refrain:
We are sowing seeds of kindness,
Sowing seeds of love.
Soon, ah! soon will come the reapers
To gather for the harvest home.

2 We will sow the seed with a busy hand,
With willing mind the ground prepare;
For the weeds will spring from the furrow’d land—
It needs our watch and greatest care. [Refrain]

3 O! the fruitful seed we will gladly sow,—
The harvest we may never see;
But the golden grain for the truth will grow,
And all in heaven gather’d be. [Refrain]