Roses and Tea Cup with Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness and One sweetly solemn thought

Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness,
Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve;
Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.

Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows,
Fearing neither clouds nor winter’s chilling breeze;
By and by the harvest, and the labor ended,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.

Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master,
Tho’ the loss sustain’d our spirit often grieves;
When our weeping’s over, He will bid us welcome,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.

Chorus
Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves;
Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.

Knowles Shaw


One sweetly solemn thought
Comes to me o’er and o’er;
I’m nearer home today, today,
Than I have been before.

Nearer my Father’s house,
Where many mansions be;
Nearer the great white throne today,
Nearer the crystal sea.

Nearer the bound of life,
Where burdens are laid down;
Nearer to leave the cross today,
And nearer to the crown.

Be near me when my feet
Are slipping o’er the brink;
For I am nearer home today,
Perhaps, than now I think.

Chorus
Nearer my home,
Nearer my home,
Nearer my home today, today,
Than I have been before.

Miss Phoebe Carey