Matthew 13:19-23

• [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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Matthew 13:38-43

• [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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