Scatter the gospel seed through every nation, Tell every darkened soul Jesus has died; Sound out the wondrous news, news of salvation, How free the cleansing blood flowed from his side.
Refrain: Scatter the precious seed, in golden word and deed: This shall we do till the set of sun; Gather the ripened grain, not heeding wind or rain: This shall we do till the day is done.
Far up the shining way, Lord of the harvest Waits now to send the show’rs over the field; All who obey his call stand in his favor; This shall their harvest be, bounteous yield.
Each kindness gently done lays up in heaven Rich store of golden grain for reapers true; Each tender loving word, graciously given, Shines in the diadem, waiting for you.
When all our reaping’s o’er, joyfully singing, Angels shall welcome us home over there; Our Savior we shall see while heaven’s ringing With songs of harvest home; crowns we shall wear.
