The Missionary by Helen E. Brown

Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Nov 18, 1880

The Missionary.

By Helen E. Brown

SOWING TIME.

"In due season ye shall reap if ye faint not."

I seek not the harvest here From the seeds of truth I sow; I willingly wait to bind the sheaves In the world to which we go.

Too busy am I in the field To track them as they fly; But I know there's a germ of life in each, And they cannot, cannot die.

The breath of the Lord will waft Each one wherever he will; And there it shall spring, and bear its fruit, His purpose to fulfill.

I know not which shall thrive. But the promise of God I take; His eye will follow the smallest grain I sow for His dear sake.

"Blessed are ye that sow!" Yes, Lord; the work is sweet; The hardest toil is the dearest joy, The soul's most dainty meat.

Thank God for the sowing time! But who can the bliss foresee, When the work is done, and the workers throng To the harvest jubilee! —Helen E. Brown, in London Christian.