1. We are sowing daily sowing
countless seeds of good and ill,
Scattered on the level lowland,
Cast upon the windy hill:
Seeds that sink in rich, brown furrows,
Soft with heaven’s gracious rain;
Seeds that res tupon the surface
of the dry unyielding plain;
2. Seeds that fall amid the stillness
of the lonely mountain glen;
seeds cast out in crowded places
trodden under foot of men.
Seeds by idle hearts forgotten,
Flung at random on the air;
Seeds by faithful souls remembered,
Sown in tears and love and prayer.
3. Seeds that lie unchanged unquickened
lifeless on the teeming mold;
Seeds that live and grow and flourish
when the sower’s hand is cold.
By a whisper sow we blessings;
By a breath we scatter strife.
In our words and thoughts and actions
Lie the seeds of death and life.
4. Thou who knowest all our weakness,
Leave us not to sow alone.
Bid thine angels guard the furrows
where the precious grain is sown,
Till the fields are crowned with glory
Till the fields are filled with mellow ripened ears.
Filled with fruit of life eternal,
from the seed we sowed in tears.
Thou who knowest all our weakness
Leave us not, to sow alone.
Text: Anonymous
Music: Henry A. Tuckett, arr. by Mary C. Sharp
© 2012 by Mary C. Sharp. This song may be copied for incidental, noncommercial church or home use.