Harvest Time

1He that goeth forth with weeping, Bearing precious seed in love, Nev-er tir-ing, nev-er sleep-ing, Find-eth mercy from above.

RefrainLo, the scene of verdure brightening! See the rising grain appear; Look! the waving fields are whitening, For the harvest time is near.

2Soft descend the dews of heaven, Bright the rays celestial shine; Precious fruits will thus be given, Thro' an influence all divine.

3Sow thy seed, be nev-er wea-ry, Let no fears thy soul annoy; Be the prospect nev-er dreary, Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy.