Oh, Scatter Seeds of Loving Deeds SEEDS OF PROMISE—Fred A. Fillmore Oh, Scatter Seeds of Loving Deeds 1 Oh, scatter seeds of loving deeds Along the fertile field, For grain will grow from what you sow, And fruitful harvest yield. Chorus Then day by day along your way, The seeds of promise cast, That ripened grain from hill and plain Be gathered home at last. 2 Tho’ sown in tears thro’ weary years, The seed will surely live; Tho’ great the cost, it is not lost, For God will fruitage give.