1. Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, brother,
In the morning bright and fair?
In the heat of the noonday’s glare?
For the harvest time
is coming on, (coming on,)
And the reapers’ work
will soon be done; (soon be done;)
Will your sheaves be many?
Will you garner any,
For the gath’ring at the harvest home?
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Words and Music by Fred A. Fillmore

2. Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, brother,
In the still and solemn night?
For a harvest pure and white?
For the harvest time
is coming on, (coming on,)
And the reapers’ work
will soon be done; (soon be done;)
Will your sheaves be many?
Will you garner any,
For the gath’ring at the harvest home?
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3. Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, brother,
All along the fertile way?
You must reap at the last great day!
For the harvest time
is coming on, (coming on,)
And the reapers’ work
will soon be done; (soon be done;)
Will your sheaves be many?
Will you garner any,
For the gath’ring at the harvest home?
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