Autor necunoscut V1 C V2 C V3 C V4 C [V1] He that goeth forth with yearning heart, Bearing seeds to hill and plain, In the coming harvest hath a part, Bringing in the golden grain. [C] Soon we’ll go to our reward, Meet our Savior, Judge, and Lord; Shall we come with only leaves, When the fields are full of sheaves? [V2] He that goeth forth in shade or shine, Heeding not the winds that blow; Christ to Him will say, “You, reaper Mine, To the Harvest Home may go.” [V3] He that goeth forth with weary feet, Toiling in the heat of day, Shall have rest eternal, pure and sweet, At the ending of life’s way. [V4] He that goeth forth with weeping sad, Shall not bring but withered leaves: For reward of service he’ll be glad, When he comes with golden sheaves.