70.  Harvest Time

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.”

Over and over, yes, deeper and deeper My heart is pierced through with life’s sorrowing cry, But the tears of the sower and the songs of the reaper Shall mingle together in joy by and by.

2.

Another may reap what in springtime 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.

Over and over, yes, deeper and deeper My heart is pierced through with life’s sorrowing cry, But the tears of the sower and the songs of the reaper Shall mingle together in joy by and by.

3.

The thorns will have choked and the summer sun blasted  The most of the seed which in springtime I’ve sown; But the Lord who has watched while my weary toil lasted Will give me a harvest for what I have done.

Over and over, yes, deeper and deeper My heart is pierced through with life’s sorrowing cry, But the tears of the sower and the songs of the reaper Shall mingle together in joy by and by.