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<h2>SOW THE SEED BESIDE ALL WATERS</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“He that received seed into the good ground is he that heareth the word, and understandeth it; which also beareth fruit, and bringeth forth, some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty.” Matthew 13:8</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_s_m_smart_ht.jpg" alt="Henry Thomas Smart (1813-1879)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="132" height="163.333333333333"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_u_murray_r.html" target="_blank">Robert Murray</a>, 1897.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Bethany (Smart),” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_m_smart_ht.html" target="_blank">Henry Thomas Smart</a>, 1857 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_b_bethanys.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Sow the seed beside all waters,<br>
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North and south and east and west,<br>
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That our toiling sons and daughters<br>
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In the harvest may be blessed.<br>
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Tell the tidings of salvation<br>
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’Mid the storms of Labrador;<br>
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Speak the word of consolation<br>
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By the lone Pacific shore.</p>
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<p>Where the forests old are falling,<br>
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Yielding place to lawn and lea;<br>
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Where the fisher plies his calling<br>
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’Mid the perils of the sea;<br>
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Where the tide of commerce rushes<br>
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Through the city’s crowded street,<br>
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And unpitying Mammon crushes<br>
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Poor and weak beneath his feet.</p>
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<p>Where our brothers, sowing, reaping,<br>
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Delving for the hidden ore,<br>
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Now with joy and now with weeping<br>
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Labor to increase their store;<br>
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Where the stranger wanders lonely<br>
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In the homeless wilderness,<br>
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Tell of Jesus, Jesus only,<br>
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Who alone can save and bless.</p>
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<p>Tell how tenderly He careth<br>
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For the weary and oppressed,<br>
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How their burdens all He beareth,<br>
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As He leads them to His rest;<br>
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Tell that He, the Lord from heaven,<br>
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Died for all and lives again,<br>
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All through Him may be forgiven,<br>
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All with Him in glory reign.</p>
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<p>Tell His love beyond all telling,<br>
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Seeking, following those who flee,<br>
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Love rebellious hearts compelling<br>
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To His service glad and free.<br>
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Thus a precious harvest gather,<br>
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North and south and east and west,<br>
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To the glory of the Father,<br>
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Son, and Spirit ever blest.</p>
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