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.

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 our labor ended -
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. 

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.

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.

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.

(Knowles Shaw, 1874 - public domain)

​1. Rescue the perishing,
Care for the dying,
Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave;
  
Weep o’er the erring one,
Lift up the fallen,
Tell them of Jesus the mighty to save.
 
Rescue the perishing,
Care for the dying;
Jesus is merciful,
Jesus will save.

2. Though they are slighting Him,
  Still He is waiting,
Waiting the penitent child to receive;
  Plead with them earnestly,
  Plead with them gently;
He will forgive if they only believe.

Rescue the perishing, 
Care for the dying;
Jesus is merciful, 
Jesus will save.

3. Down in the human heart,
  Crushed by the tempter,
Feelings lie buried that grace can restore;
  Touched by a loving heart,
  Wakened by kindness,
Chords that are broken will vibrate once more.

Rescue the perishing, 
Care for the dying;
Jesus is merciful, 
Jesus will save.

4. Rescue the perishing,
  Duty demands it;
Strength for thy labor the Lord will provide;
  Back to the narrow way,
  Patiently win them;
Tell the poor wand’rer a Savior has died.

Rescue the perishing, 
Care for the dying;
Jesus is merciful, 
Jesus will save.

(Fanny Crosby, 1869 - public domain)

Brethren, we have met to worship
and adore the Lord our God;
Will you pray with all your power,
while we try to preach the Word?

All is vain unless the Spirit
of the Holy One comes down;
Brethren, pray, and holy manna
will be showered all around.

Brethren, see poor sinners round you
slumb’ring on the brink of woe;
Death is coming, hell is moving,
can you bear to let them go?

See our fathers and our mothers,
and our children sinking down;
Brethren, pray, and holy manna
will be showered all around.

Sisters, will you join and help us?
Moses’ sister aided him;
Will you help the trembling mourners
who are struggling hard with sin?

Tell them all about the Savior,
tell them that He will be found;
Sisters, pray, and holy manna
​will be showered all around.

(George Atkins, 1819 - public domain)

What a Friend we have in Jesus,
  All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
  Everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit,
  O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
  Everything to God in prayer!

Have we trials and temptations?
  Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged,
  Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful
  Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness,
  Take it to the Lord in prayer.

Are we weak and heavy-laden,
  Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge--
  Take it to the Lord in prayer;
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
  Take it to the Lord in prayer;
In His arms He’ll take and shield thee,
  Thou wilt find a solace there.

Joseph Scriven, 1855

To the work! To the work! We are servants of God;
Let us follow the path that our Master has trod;
With the balm of His counsel our strength to renew,
Let us do with our might what our hands find to do

Toiling on, toiling on,
Toiling on, toiling on;
Let us hope, let us watch,
And labor till the Master comes.

To the work! To the work! Let the hungry be fed;
To the fountain of life let the weary be led;
In the cross and its banner our glory shall be,
While we herald the tidings, “Salvation is free!”

Toiling on, toiling on,
Toiling on, toiling on;
Let us hope, let us watch,
And labor till the Master comes.

To the work! To the work! There is labor for all;
For the kingdom of darkness and error shall fall;
And the love of our Father exalted shall be,
In the loud swelling chorus, “Salvation is free!”

Toiling on, toiling on,
Toiling on, toiling on;
Let us hope, let us watch,
And labor till the Master comes.

To the work! To the work! In the strength of the Lord,
And a robe and a crown shall our labor reward,
When the home of the faithful our dwelling shall be,
And we shout with the ransomed, “Salvation is free!”

Toiling on, toiling on,
Toiling on, toiling on;
Let us hope, let us watch,
And labor till the Master comes.

(Fanny Crosby, 1869 - public domain)