Dropping seeds of kindness all along the way ;
Sowing to the Spirit, trusting in the Lord,
Sweet will be our labour, blessed our reward.
Sow - - - ing, till in beau - - - ty fades . . the
setting sun ; . . .
Weary not, nor falter, till the work done.
2 Sowing to the Spirit, praying as we go,
From the seed we scatter soon the blade will grow ;
Sowing and believing, God will send the rain,
We shall see before us fields of golden grain.
3 Sowing to the Spirit, though our
faith be small, [tears may fall ;
Sowing in our weakness, though the
Sowing late and early, till our work is o'er,
Then will come the reaping, joy for evermore.