Sow thy seed. Ecclesiastes 11:6
See the heathen nations, bending
Down to idols made by hands;
Christians, shall we fail in sending
Gospel light to other lands?
Lo! the field, go preach salvation,
Broadcast scatter golden grain.
God, the strength of every nation,
Sure will send the gracious rain.
See the wickedness surrounding,
Even at your very door;
Men are found in sin abounding,
Blessed by God with bounteous store.
Shall we see the heathen near us,
Or the more benighted die,
While we’ve time to work for Jesus?
If not, Christian, tell me why?
We should always love to labor,
There’s no time to idly stand,
If we wish His gracious favor,
When we reach the glory land.