114. The seed I have scattered

  1. The seed I have scattered in springtime with weeping,

    And watered with tears and with dews from on high;

    Another may shout when the harvester's reaping

    Shall gather my grain in the "Sweet by and by."

    Over and over, yes, deeper and deeper,

    My heart is pierced through with life's sorrowing cry,

    But the tears of the sower and the songs of the reaper

    Shall mingle together in joy by and by.

  2. Another may reap what in springtime I've planted,

    Another rejoice in the fruit of my pain,

    Not knowing my tears when in summer I fainted

    While toiling, sad-hearted, in sunshine and rain.

  3. The thorns will have choked, and the summer sun blasted

    The most of the seed which in spring-time I've sown;

    But the Lord who has watched while my weary toil lasted

    Will give me a harvest for what I have done.

    Over and over, yes, deeper and deeper

    My heart is pierced through with life's sorrowing cry,

    But the tears of the sower and the songs of the reaper

    Shall mingle together in joy by and by.

    By and by, by and by, by and by, by and by,

    Yes, the tears of the sower and the songs of the reaper

    Shall mingle together in joy by and by.

Something wrong? Let me know.