SOWING AND REAPING by C. M. Snow

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Nov 15, 1905

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 31, No. 46.

SOWING AND REAPING

By C. M. Snow

BY C. M. SNOW

Behold a young sower went forth to the field In the early morn to sow; And he scattered the grain with a glad refrain, Till the sun of the day was low. Where falls thy seed, O sower, give heed, And heed what the seed may be; For the sun and the rain shall ripen all, And the harvest is ever beyond recall; It shall stand to eternity.

I looked on the sower at harvest-time, When the waving fields were white; And his face was lit with the light of joy, And his harvest hopes were bright. From dawn of day till twilight gray He had sowed the seeds of truth; And the seed sprang forth with bounteous yield, For the mead of the heart is a fruitful field— The bosom of age and youth.

I saw a wide field at evening time, In the glow of the setting sun; But no plant was there save the weed and tare, And a sower's life-work was done. He had scattered the seeds of sinful deeds The long, long season through; And now there grow but noisome weeds— Each separate one some sorrow breeds, Some deed of wrath to rue.

"The summer is ended," I hear him say, "And I reap but weeds of wo; The harvest is past, and I am not saved— Ah, why did I careless sow? In sin I sowed, and I'm reaping now, The harvest of God is here. With empty hands I bow, I bow, And how shall I answer Him—how, O how! When His awful voice I hear?"

Then sow ye the good, the seeds of truth, Till the evening shadows fall; For the reapers of God are an angel band; They reap the sowings of every hand, And they faithfully harvest all— They faithfully harvest all.