'Tis mine to sow the seed,
Though I may never know
Whether the tender rootlets find
Good soil in which to grow.
'Tis mine to sow the seed
At morn, or noon, or night,
Or even at the midnight hour,
For Love will furnish light.
'Tis mine to sow the seed
Where God the ground prepares;
To scatter with a loving thought,
And cover deep with prayers.
'Tis mine to sow the seed,
And none can be destroyed,
For God His promise sure will keep,
My word shall not be void.
