The Missionary by W. H. Reynolds

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Jul 7, 1887

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 13, No. 26.

The Missionary.

By W. H. Reynolds

MISSIONS.

WORKER, look up and see How many fields there be Fallow and bare; Go, labor with thy might, Ere comes thine own life's night; Sow good seed there.

Though oft thy heart may bleed, Still sow the precious seed All waters by. Its growth you cannot see, All may not garnered be Before you die.

Thou know'st not which will grow, Nor should'st thou choose to know The laborer's pay. It may be prosperous years, It may be groans and tears; "Choose thou the way."

Then sow the precious seed Where there is greatest need, Counting no cost; Water it with thy tears Even through weary years— Nothing is lost.

Thou shalt, the Scriptures say, In God's own time and way, Reap thy reward. Joyful thy feet shall come To the great harvest home, Praising the Lord. —W. H. Reynolds.