Sow ye by all waters
Where the dew of heaven may fall,
Ye shall reap if ye be not weary,
For the Spirit breathes o'er all.

Fear not, for some will flourish—
And though the tares abound;
Like the willows by the waters,
Will the scattered grain be found.

Work while the daylight lasteth,
Ere the shades of night come on;
Ere the Lord of the vineyard cometh,
And the laborer's work is done.