Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness, Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve; Waiting for the harvest and the time of reaping, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves! Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves! Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows; Fearing neither clouds nor winter's chilling breeze; By and by the harvest and the labor ended We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves! Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves! Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master, Tho' the loss sustained our flesh often grieves; But when our working's over, He will bid us welcome, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves! Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves!