Sow the Seed Beside All Waters

Sow the seed be­side all wa­ters

North and south and east and west

That our toil­ing sons and daugh­ters

In the har­vest may be blessed.

Tell the tid­ings of salv­at­ion

’Mid the storms of Lab­ra­dor;

Speak the word of con­so­la­tion

By the lone Pa­ci­fic shore.

Where the for­ests old are fall­ing

Yielding place to lawn and lea;

Where the fish­er plies his call­ing

’Mid the per­ils of the sea;

Where the tide of com­merce rush­es

Through the ci­ty’s crowd­ed street

And un­pi­ty­ing Mam­mon crush­es

Poor and weak be­neath his feet.

Where our bro­thers

sow­ing

reap­ing

Delving for the hid­den ore

Now with joy and now with weep­ing

Labor to in­crease their store;

Where the strang­er wan­ders lone­ly

In the home­less wil­der­ness

Tell of Je­sus

Je­sus on­ly

Who alone can save and bless.

Tell how ten­der­ly He car­eth

For the wea­ry and op­pressed

How their bur­dens all He bear­eth

As He leads them to His rest;

Tell that He

the Lord from Heav­en

Died for all and lives again

All through Him may be for­giv­en

All with Him in glo­ry reign.

Tell His love be­yond all tell­ing

Seeking

fol­low­ing those who flee

Love re­bel­lious hearts com­pel­ling

To His serv­ice glad and free.

Thus a pre­cious har­vest ga­ther

North and south and east and west

To the glo­ry of the Fa­ther

Son

and Spir­it ev­er blest.