Prayin', sowin', reapin'
It's required that a man
Be found faithful
So let the work of our hearts and hands
Be willing and able
May we not rest in His grace
While there's work to be done in this place
May we be prayin', sowin', reapin'
May we be found, prayin', sowin', reapin'
There are fields to be plowed
And souls to be won
Sheep that have been scattered
Fences overrun
So let us be doers and not hearers only
Serving Christ the One who is holy
At harvest time
When the Lord comes
Mere laborers
Will saints become
So let me be