Oh, scatter seeds of loving deeds

December 19

Oh, scatter seeds of loving deeds,
Along the fertile field,
For grain will grow from what you sow,
And fruitful harvest yield.

Tho’ sown in tears thro’ weary years,
The seed will surely live;
Tho’ great the cost it is not lost,
For God will fruitage give.

The harvest-home of God will come,
And after toil and care;
With joy untold your sheaves of gold,
Will all be garnered there.

Chorus
Then day by day along your way,
The seeds of promise cast,
That ripened grain from hill and plain,
Be gathered home at last.
     Jessie H. Brown