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Verse 1

Light after darkness,
Gain after loss,
Strength after weariness,
Crown after cross,
Sweet after bitter,
Song after sigh,
Home after wandering,
Praise after cry.

Refrain

Now comes the weeping,
Then the glad reaping;
Now comes the labor hard,
Then the reward.

Verse 2

Sheaves after sowing,
Sun after rain,
Sight after mystery,
Peace after pain,
Joy after sorrow,
Calm after blast,
Rest after weariness,
Sweet rest at last.

Verse 3

Near after distant,
Gleam after gloom,
Love after loneliness,
Life after tomb.
After long agony,
Rapture of bliss;
Right was the pathway
Leading to this.

Verse 1

Must Jesus bear the cross alone,
And all the world go free?
No, there’s a cross for every one,
And there’s a cross for me.

Verse 2

How happy are the saints above,
Who once went mourning here!
But now they taste unmingled love,
And joy without a tear.

Verse 3

This consecrated cross I’ll bear,
Till death shall set me free,
And then go home my crown to wear,
For there’s a crown for me.

Verse 4

Upon the crystal pavement, down
At Jesus’ pierced feet,
Joyful, I’ll cast my golden crown,
And his dear name repeat.

Verse 5

And palms shall wave, and harps shall ring
Beneath heaven’s arches high;
The Lord, that lives, the ransomed sing,
That lives no more to die.

Verse 6

Oh! precious cross! oh! glorious crown!
Oh! resurrection day!
Ye angels! from the skies come down,
And bear my soul away.

Verse 1

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

Refrain

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

Verse 2

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

Verse 3

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

Verse 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.

Refrain

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.

Verse 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.

Verse 3

Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master,
Though 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.

Verse 1

Light after darkness,
Gain after loss,
Strength after weariness,
Crown after cross,
Sweet after bitter,
Song after sigh,
Home after wandering,
Praise after cry.

Refrain

Now comes the weeping,
Then the glad reaping;
Now comes the labor hard,
Then the reward.

Verse 2

Sheaves after sowing,
Sun after rain,
Sight after mystery,
Peace after pain,
Joy after sorrow,
Calm after blast,
Rest after weariness,
Sweet rest at last.

Verse 3

Near after distant,
Gleam after gloom,
Love after loneliness,
Life after tomb.
After long agony,
Rapture of bliss;
Right was the pathway
Leading to this.

Verse 1

Am I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?

Verse 2

Must I be carried to the skies
On flow’ry beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed thro’ bloody seas?

Verse 3

Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

Verse 4

Sure I must fight if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord;
I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.

Verse 5

Thy saints in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
By faith they bring it nigh.

Verse 6

When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thy armies shine
In robes of vict’ry through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.