When Our Hands Have Grown Weary With Toi


When our hands have grown weary with toiling
And we shrink from the fierce noontide heat,
Like a voice from the skies driving tears from our eyes,
Comes the message with comfort replete.

Refrain:
If ye faint not, if ye faint not,
In due time ye shall reap if ye faint not,
If ye faint not, if ye faint not,
In due time ye shall reap if ye faint not.

How it lifts when the burdens are heavy,
When in vain all our toiling appears,
When are blighted our dreams and the way dreary seems,
Like a sunbeam it lightens and cheers. [Refrain]

Then be strong O my soul and courageous
Tho’ in tears we may sow by the way.
God His promise will keep and with joy we shall reap,
And our strength it shall be as our day. [Refrain]

O what joy it will be at the reaping
If in pray’r and in faith we have sown,
Not a harvest of leaves but of rich, ripened sheaves,
At the feet of our Lord to lay down. [Refrain]