Ye're speaking of the sunshine,
Ye're speaking of the rain,
Of your flocks and pleasant pastures,
And of the golden grain;
Why speak ye not of Jesus?
Ye're speaking of your children,
Of kindly hearth and home,
Of loving and beloved ones
Who far away must roam;
Why speak ye not of Jesus?
He hath kingly robe and scepter,
He hath a royal sway,
A priceless wreath of victory
That fadeth not away;
Why speak ye not of Jesus?
His love is ever abiding,
Which never can decay:
Though home and heart be lonely,
He will not turn away;
Then speak to me of Jesus!
Now listen, O my brothers!
And listen, sisters mine,
Go on and scatter freely
Each seed of fruit divine;
And ever speak of Jesus.
But go, remembering daily
To live for Him is strife;
You'll speak of Him most surely,
By likeness to His life;
Thus truly speak of Jesus.