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As pilgrims and strangers
we journey through life:
Through sunshine and shadow,
through calm and through strife;
Each day we are
scattering seed as we go,
Some day ’twill be harvest—
“we reap what we sow.”
Though weary and worn,
and alone in your way,
And stormclouds are gath’ring,
and dark is your day,
Weep not, toiling one,
neither faint as you go;
The harvest is nearing—
“we reap what we sow.”
Though life may appear as a cold,
barren waste,
And comes no return
of the bread you have cast,
Continue to do
loving deeds as you go;
The harvest is nearing—
“we reap what we sow.”
We’ll reap what we sow
when the harvest is come,
Some day we shall garner
the deeds we have done;
Then heed not the storm,
nor the cold winds that blow,
Toil on till the harvest—
“we reap what we sow.”
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