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Matius 13:1-41

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Matius 13:1-41

• [Mat 13:3] Behold A Sower! From Afar

  Behold a Sower! from afar He goeth forth with might; The rolling years His furrows are, His seed, the growing light; For all the just His Word is sown, It springeth up alway; The tender blade is hope’s young dawn, The harvest, love’s new day. O Lord of life, to Thee we lift Our hearts in praise for those, Thy prophets, who have shown Thy gift Of grace that ever grows, Of truth that spreads from shore to shore, Of wisdom’s widening ray, Of light that shineth more and more Unto Thy perfect day. Shine forth, O Light, that we may see, With hearts all unafraid, The meaning and the mystery Of things that Thou hast made; Shine forth, and let the darkling past Beneath Thy beam grow bright; Shine forth, and touch the future vast With Thine untroubled light. Light up Thy Word; the fettered page From killing bondage free; Light up our way; lead forth this age In love’s large liberty. O Light of light! within us dwell, Through us Thy radiance pour, That word and life Thy truths may tell, And praise Thee evermore.

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• [Mat 13:3] Scattering Precious Seed

  Scattering precious seed by the wayside, Scattering precious seed by the hillside; Scattering precious seed o’er the field, wide, Scattering precious seed by the way. Refrain Sowing in the morning, Sowing at the noontide; Sowing in the evening, Sowing the precious seed by the way. Scattering precious seed for the growing, Scattering precious seed, freely sowing, Scattering precious seed, trusting, knowing, Surely the Lord will send it the rain. Refrain Scattering precious seed, doubting never, Scattering precious seed, trusting ever; Sowing the word with prayer and endeavor, Trusting the Lord for growth and for yield. Refrain

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• [Mat 13:3] Sower Went Forth Sowing, The

  The sower went forth sowing, The seed in secret slept Through weeks of faith and patience, Till out the green blade crept; And warmed by golden sunshine, And fed by silver rain, At last the fields were whitened To harvest once again. O praise the heavenly Sower, Who gave the fruitful seed, And watched and watered duly, And ripened for our need. Behold! the heavenly Sower Goes forth with better seed, The Word of sure salvation, With feet and hands that bleed; Here in His Church ’tis scattered, Our spirits are the soil; Then let an ample fruitage Repay His pain and toil. Oh, beauteous is the harvest, Wherein all goodness thrives, And this the true thanksgiving, The first fruits of our lives. Within a hallowed acre He sows yet other grain, When peaceful earth receiveth The dead He died to gain; For though the growth be hidden, We know that they shall rise; Yea even now they ripen In sunny Paradise. O summer land of harvest, O fields forever white With souls that wear Christ’s raiment, With crowns of golden light. One day the heavenly Sower Shall reap where He hath sown, And come again rejoicing, And with Him bring His own; And then the fan of judgment Shall winnow from His floor The chaff into the furnace That flameth evermore. O holy, awful Reaper, Have mercy in the day, Thou puttest in the sickle, And cast us not away.

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• [Mat 13:8] Are You Sowing The Seed?

  Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, brother, In the morning bright and fair? Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, brother, In the heat of the noonday’s glare? Refrain For the harvest time is coming on, And the reapers’ work will soon be done; Will your sheaves be many? Will you garner any For the gathering at the harvest home? Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, sister, In the still and solemn night? Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, sister, For a harvest pure and white? Refrain Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, brother, All along the fertile way? Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, sister? You must reap at the last great day! Refrain

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• [Mat 13:8] 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.

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• [Mat 13:23] Almighty God, Your Word Is Cast

  Almighty God, Your Word is cast Like seed into the ground; Now let the dew of Heav’n descend, And righteous fruits abound. Let not the foe of Christ and man This holy seed remove, But give it root in ev’ry heart To bring forth fruits of love. Let not the world’s deceitful cares The rising plant destroy. But let it yield a hundredfold The fruits of peace and joy. Nor let Your Word so kindly sent To raise us to Your throne Return to You, and sadly tell That we reject Your Son. Oft as the precious seed is sown, Your quick’ning grace bestow, That all whose souls the truth receive, Its saving power may know. Great God, come down and on Your Word Your mighty power bestow, That all who hear the joyful sound, Your saving grace may know.

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• [Mat 13:23] Only Once You Pass This Way

  Do your best while life’s pilgrim way you tread, Scatt’ring sunshine while you may; Bear in mind, while the precious seed you spread, Only once you pass this way. Refrain Only once you pass this way, Only once you pass this way; Be a blessing while you may, Only once you pass this way. Ev’ry day poor and needy you will find, Filled with sorrow and dismay; Do your best some poor, broken hearts to bind, Only once you pass this way. Refrain Tell the world that the Savior died for all, Bid them ever watch and pray; Lift your voice, shout aloud the Gospel call, Only once you pass this way. Refrain Be a brave, earnest soldier in the strife, Then when comes the close of day, May the world be the better for your life, Only once you pass this way. Refrain

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• [Mat 13:31] Little Drops Of Water

  Little drops of water, Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean And the beauteous land. And the little moments, Humble though they be, Make the mighty ages Of eternity. Little deeds of kindness, Little words of love, Make our earth an Eden, Like the Heaven above. So our little errors Lead the soul away, From the paths of virtue Into sin to stray. Little seeds of mercy Sown by youthful hands, Grow to bless the nations Far in heathen lands. Glory then for ever Be to Father, Son, With the Holy Spirit, Blessèd Three in One.

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• [Mat 13:31] That Cause Can Neither Be Lost Nor Stayed

  That cause can never be lost nor stayed Which takes the course of what God has made; And is not trusting in walls and towers, But slowly growing from seeds to flowers. Each noble service that men have wrought Was first conceived as a fruitful thought; Each worthy cause with a future glorious By quietly growing becomes victorious. Thereby itself like a tree it shows: That high it reaches, as deep it grows; And when the storms are its branches shaking, It deeper root in the soil is taking. Be then no more by a storm dismayed, For by it the full grown seeds are laid; And though the tree by its might it shatters, What then, if thousands of seeds it scatters?

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• [Mat 13:38] We Plow The Fields

  We plow the fields, and scatter the good seed on the land, But it is fed and watered by God’s almighty hand; He sends the snow in winter, the warmth to swell the grain, The breezes and the sunshine, and soft refreshing rain. Refrain All good gifts around us Are sent from heaven above, Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord For all His love. He only is the Maker of all things near and far; He paints the wayside flower, He lights the evening star; The winds and waves obey Him, by Him the birds are fed; Much more to us, His children, He gives our daily bread. Refrain We thank Thee, then, O Father, for all things bright and good, The seed time and the harvest, our life, our health, and food; No gifts have we to offer, for all Thy love imparts, But that which Thou desirest, our humble, thankful hearts. Refrain

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• [Mat 13:39] Lord Of The Harvest, Once Again

  Lord of the harvest, once again, We thank Thee for the ripened grain; For crops safe carried, sent to cheer Thy servants through another year; For all sweet holy thoughts supplied By seed time, and by harvest tide. The bare dead grain, in autumn sown, Its robe of vernal green it puts on; Glad from its wintry grave it springs, Fresh garnished by the King of kings; So, Lord, to those who sleep in Thee Shall new and glorious bodies be. Nor vainly of Thy Word we ask A lesson from the reaper’s task: So shall Thine angels issue forth: The tares be burnt; the just of earth, To wind and storm exposed no more, Be gathered to their Father’s store. Daily, O Lord, our prayers be said, As Thou hast taught, for daily bread; But not alone our bodies feed, Supply our fainting spirits’ need: O Bread of life, from day to day Be Thou their Comfort, Food, and Stay.

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• [Mat 13:39] Where Hast Thou Gleaned Today?

  Weary gleaner, whence comest thou, With empty hands and clouded brow? Plodding along thy lonely way, Tell me, where hast thou gleaned today? Late I found a barren field, The harvest past, my search revealed. Others golden sheaves had gained, Only stubble for me remained. Refrain Forth to the harvest field a-way! Gather your handfuls while you may; All day long in the field a-bide, Gleaning close by the reapers’ side. Careless gleaner, what hast thou here; These faded flow’rs and leaflets sere? Hungry and thirsty, tell me, pray, Where, oh, where hast thou gleaned today? All day long in shady bow’rs, I’ve gaily sought earth’s fairest flow’rs; Now, alas! too late I see All I’ve gathered is vanity. Refrain Burdened gleaner, thy sheaves I see; Indeed thou must aweary be! Singing along the homeward way, Glad one, where hast thou gleaned today? Stay me not, till day is done I’ve gathered handfuls one by one; Here and there for me they fall, Close by the reap’rs I’ve found them all. Refrain

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• [Mat 13:39] Winter In His Heart Of Gloom

  Winter in his heart of gloom Sings the song of coming bloom: So over death our souls shall sing ’Lays of the eternal spring. Then decay shall be no more, And, the weary seed time o’er, All the dead in Christ shall rise For the harvest of the skies. Wheresoe’er the faithful sleep Angels shall go forth to reap, From the dust and ’neath the foam They shall bring the harvest home. Bodies of the saints, whose bones Rest beneath sepulchral stones, Or are lost on every wind, All, those messengers shall find. All from earth to Heaven shall soar In that flesh which once they wore, Deathless now and glorified, Like their Lord and at His side. This is life’s eternal spring! This the coming joy we sing! Look we ever toward this day, Be it near or far away! ’Mid the sorrow and the strife ’Tis the music of our life, And the song hath this refrain— Our Redeemer comes again!

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• [Mat 13:40] This Is The Field

  This is the field, the world below, In which the sowers came to sow, Jesus the wheat, Satan the tares, For so the word of truth declares: And soon the reaping time will come, And angels shout the harvest home. Most awful truth! and is it so? Must all the world that harvest know? Is every man or wheat or tare? Then for that harvest O prepare! For soon the reaping time will come, And angels shout the harvest home. To love my sins—a saint to appear, To grow with wheat—yet be a tare, May serve me while I live below, Where tares and wheat together grow: But soon the reaping time will come, And angels shout the harvest home. But all who truly righteous be Their Father’s kingdom then shall see; And shine like suns for ever there: He that hath ears, now let him hear; For soon the reaping time will come, And angels shout the harvest home.

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