- As pilgrims and strangers we journey through life:
Through sunshine and shadow, through calm and through strife; Each day we are scattering seed as we go, Some day ’twill be harvest—“we reap what we
sow.”
- Though weary and worn, and alone in your way,
And stormclouds are gath’ring, and dark is your day, Weep not, toiling one, neither faint as you go; The harvest is nearing—“we reap what we sow.”
- Though life may appear as a cold, barren waste,
And comes no return of the bread you have cast, Continue to do loving deeds as you go; The harvest is nearing—“we reap what we sow.”
- We’ll reap what we sow when the harvest is come,
Some day we shall garner the deeds we have done; Then heed not the storm, nor the cold winds that blow, Toil on till the harvest—“we reap what we sow.”
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