Who’ll be sowing, who’ll be sowing,
Sowing precious golden grain,
In the valley, on the hillside,
Wide across the fertile plain?
Who’ll be sowing, who’ll be sowing
Who’ll be sowing precious golden grain?
Sowing, reaping, sowing, reaping,
Sowing, reaping golden grain?
Who’ll be sowing seeds of kindness
Right and left along the way,
At the home hearth, by the sick couch,
Here and there, where’er we stray?
Who’ll be sowing deeds of mercy,
Sowing through life’s checkered vale,
Love and honor, virtue, goodness,
Mighty truth that must prevail?
May we all go sowing, reaping,
Only best of life’s fair yield,
So that at the final harvest
We may reap in Heav’n’s bright field.