Cast Thy Bread upon the Waters (Hanaford)

Cast thy bread up­on the wa­ters

Thinking not ’tis thrown away;

God Him­self saith

thou shalt ga­ther

It again some fu­ture day.

Cast thy bread up­on the wa­ters;

Wildly though the bil­lows roll

They but aid thee as thou toil­est

Truth to spread from pole to pole.

As the seed

by bil­lows float­ed

To some dis­tant is­land lone

So to hu­man souls be­night­ed

That thou fling­est may be borne.

Cast thy bread up­on the wa­ters

Why wilt thou still doubt­ing stand?

Bounteous shall God send the har­vest

If thou sow­est with li­ber­al hand.