" Blessed are ye that sow beside all waters" (Isa. 32:20.)

Go forth to sow, O sowers,
Tis precious seed ye bear !
Where lie the plough's deep furrows,
Scatter it in with care.
Sow broadcast by the wayside;
Some among thorns may fall,
Some in god's fenced gardens-
God keepeth watch o'er all.

Blessed if,"by all waters,"
Ye have the heart to sow; See! oxen "strong to labor,"
Forth to their service go.
Though patient toil is needed,
None can too lowly be-
None should despise, O Master,
The humblest work for Thee.

O sowers, be not weary,
The Lord hath need of you;
Keep ever 'mid your labor
The harvest day in view;
Your lord will guide your footsteps,
He'll teach you where to go,
Ye shall return with singing,
Who first in tears did sow.

Whence comes the wind ye know not,
Nor whither it may blow,
Watch not the clouds above you,
Your part is but to sow.
God freely gives His sunshine,
He sends His rain in showers;
Sow ye the seed, have patience,
And He will bring the flowers.

Morn is the time of sowing;
Yet late is not too late;
No laborer, willing-hearted,
Need linger at the gate.
Go forth, go forth, O sowers!
'Tis precious seed ye bear;
Go! at your Master's bidding,
The "field" is everywhere.

H. K. B.