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.

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.

     Jessie H. Brown.

415 We’re Marching to Zion.  S.M.

The Christian Journey.

Come, we that love the Lord,
  And let our joys be known,
Join in a song with sweet accord,
  And thus surround the throne.

Cho.—­We’re marching to Zion,
      Beautiful, beautiful Zion,
      We’re marching upward to Zion,
      The beautiful city of God.

2 Let those refuse to sing
  Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King
  May speak their joys abroad.

3 The hill of Zion yields
  A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
  Or walk the golden streets.

4 Then let our songs abound,
  And ev’ry tear be dry;
We’re marching thro’ Immanuel’s ground
  To fairer worlds on high.

     Isaac Watts, 1709.

416 Work, for the Night is Coming.  P.M.

Work While it is Day.

Work, for the night is coming,
  Work thro’ the morning hours;
Work while the dew is sparkling,
  Work ’mid springing flowers;
Work, when the day grows brighter,
  Work in the glowing sun;
Work, for the night is coming,
  When man’s work is done.

2 Work, for the night is coming,
  Work thro’ the sunny noon;
Fill brightest hours with labor,
  Rest comes sure and soon;
Give ev’ry flying minute,
  Something to keep in store;
Work, for the night is coming,
  When man works no more.

3 Work, for the night is coming,
  Under the sunset skies;
While their bright tints are glowing,
  Work, for daylight flies;
Work till the last beam fadeth,
  Fadeth to shine no more;
Work while the night is dark’ning,
  When man’s work is o’er.

     Annie L. Walker.

417 Bringing in the Sheaves.  P.M.

Spiritual Harvest.

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.

Cho.—­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.

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.

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.