SOW BESIDE ALL WATERS by Vesta N. Cudworth

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 22, 1868

SOW BESIDE ALL WATERS.

By Vesta N. Cudworth

AIR.—“The Three Angel Visitants.”

SCATTER the seed by the hard wayside, Though others pass to a soil more fair; Some little germ by the rock may hide, And bring forth fruit, to reward thy care; Some little rill may be wandering by, Wasting its wealth on the worthless weed, And moisten the root that is struggling nigh. Beside all waters, then, sow thy seed; For many a heart that is soiled and dim, That Christians scorn, as a worthless thing, Might live in the sunshine, a precious gem, A sparkling star in God's diadem.

If one harp more, with its joyful strings, Be tuned below, to the King of kings, When the sweet music is upward borne, And tear-drops fall by the jasper throne, Will it be less joyful then to know, 'Twas snatched from the burning fires below; That the bird, from the snare, thy hand has freed; Beside all waters, then, sow thy seed; By the sunny sands of the ocean deep, And marshy pools where the mosses creep, Not a spot on earth from the curse is freed; Beside all waters, then, sow thy seed.

VESTA N. CUDWORTH.

Springfield, Mass.