1
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 noontide and the dewy eve;
Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.
GSow
ing in the morning,
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ing seeds of kindness, GSow
ing in the
Emnoon
tide
A7and
the dewy
Deve;
GWait
ing for the
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vest,
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the time of
Amreap
ing, GWe
shall come re
Emjoic
ing,
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ing
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the
Gsheaves.
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.
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves;
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;
Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves,
We shall come rejoicing, 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.
2
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.
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.
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.
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.
3
Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master,
Tho’, the loss sustained, our spirit often grieves;
When our weeping’s over, He will bid us welcome,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.
Tho’, the loss sustained, our spirit often grieves;
When our weeping’s over, He will bid us welcome,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.
Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master,
Tho’, the loss sustained, our spirit often grieves;
When our weeping’s over, He will bid us welcome,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.
Tho’, the loss sustained, our spirit often grieves;
When our weeping’s over, He will bid us welcome,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.
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Kampala, Uganda
Thank you for writing this inspiring song. It soothes my soul in the morning. God bless you.
Kampala, Uganda
Just can't stop singing it. It is always a blessing to sing it.
Lagos, Nigeria
This song inspires me a great deal and it reminds me of my childhood days.
When we go to church and were taught how to sing from the hymnal.
Thank God am a member of God's family.
Kampala, Kabale, Uganda
indeed as joy comes in the morning, sowing in the morning too is very nice with the morning dew to soften our hearts when we are dry.
Lagos, Nigeria
What a wonderful and comforting hymn "We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves". May God Almighty bless you for posting this hymn.
Monrovia, Montserrado, Liberia
I'm a youth but find joy singing this great inspirational hymn .
Thanks to my parents for bringing me to Christ.
Kiambu, Kenya
This is a great song. It is new to me everyday. The words are very inspiring.
Zambezi, N.W.P., Zambia
So good to find these old songs. They have so much meaning which the modern church is losing out on very much. I and my wife are both in our 80's.
Thank the Lord.
Secunderabad, Andhra Pradesh, India
I still love to hear and sing these old favourites...they are no more heard in our churches..But I keep singing them very often. Thank you for this album...God bless the makers.
Also this brings back to my memory the intense missionary activity during my childhood...I am 81.
Kampala, Kammengo, Mpigi, Uganda
This song is so wonderful and thankful.