Archive for the ‘Parable of the Sower’ Tag

Not By Thy Mighty Hand   1 comment

Above:  Parable of the Sower

Image in the Public Domain

Text (1863) by James Russell Woodford (1820-1885), Anglican Bishop of Ely (1873-1885)

Hymn Source = The Hymnal 1916 (1918), The Episcopal Church


Not by Thy Mighty hand,

Thy wondrous works alone,

But by the marvels of Thy Word,

Thy glory, Lord, is known.


Forth from the eternal gates,

Thine everlasting home,

To sow the seed of truth below,

Thou didst vouchsafe to come.


And still from age to age,

Thou, gracious Lord, hast been

The Bearer forth of goodly seed,

The Sower still unseen.


And Thou wilt come again,

And heaven beneath Thee bow,

To reap the harvest Thou has sown,

Sower and Reaper Thou.


Watch, Lord, Thy harvest field,

With Thine unsleeping eye,

The children of the Kingdom keep

To Thy Epiphany;


That when, in Thy great day,

The tares shall severed be,

We may be surely gathered in

With all Thy saints to Thee.

Sow the Seed Beside All Waters   1 comment


Above:  Landscape with the Parable of the Sower, by Pieter Brueghel the Elder

Image in the Public Domain

Hymn Source = The Presbyterian Book of Praise (1915), Presbyterian Church in Canada, via

Text by Robert Murray (1832-1915)


1.  Sow the seed beside all waters,

North and south and east and west,

That our toiling sons and daughters

In the harvest may be blest.

Tell the tidings of salvation

‘Mid the storms of Labrador;

Speak the word of consolation

By the lone Pacific shore.

2.  Where the forests old are falling,

Yielding place to lawn and lea;

Where the fisher plies his calling

‘Mid the perils of the sea;

Where the tide of commerce rushes

Through the city’s crowded street,

And unpitying mammon crushes

Poor and weak beneath his feet.

3.  Where our brothers, sowing, reaping,

Delving for the hidden ore,

Now with joy and now with weeping,

Labor to increase their store;

Where the stranger wanders lonely

In the homeless wilderness,

Tell of Jesus, Jesus only,

Who alone can save and bless.

4.  Tell how tenderly He careth

For the weary and oppressed,

How their burdens all He beareth,

As He leads them to His rest;

Tell that He, the Lord from heaven,

Died for all and lives again,

All through Him may be forgiven,

All with Him in glory reign.

5.  Tell His love beyond all telling,

Seeking, following those who flee,

Love rebellious hearts compelling

To His service glad and free.

Thus a precious harvest gather,

North and south and east and west,

To the glory of the Father,

Son and Spirit ever blest.

Take My Heart, O Jesus, Work Its Stony Soil   1 comment


Above:  Landscape with the Parable of the Sower, by Pieter Bruegel the Elder

(Image in the Public Domain)

Words (1930) by the Reverend P. C. Paulsen (1881-1948)

Hymn Source = Hymnal for Church and Home, Third Edition (1938), of the American Evangelical Lutheran Church and the United Evangelical Lutheran Church, denominations with Danish heritage


1.  Take my heart, O Jesus, work its stony soil,

Long I have been weary of this fruitless toil;

Ev’ry cherish’d method of my own device

And the hardest labor will no more suffice.

2.  Once I spurn’d Thee, Savior, in my self-conceit,

Now behold my spirit, broken with defeat;

Lord, I can but offer Thee a barren heart,

Take it and salvation by Thy grace impart.

3.  Let Thy Holy Spirit with the Word of God

Crush the stones to pieces, break the harden’d sod;

Let Him work it deeply ’till the soil is sound,

Till it serves Thy purpose as a fertile ground.

4.  Go then forth, O Sower, sow Thy precious seed,

Showers freely scatter, to its care give heed:

Weed out thorns and thistles, guard it ‘gainst the foe,

Lest he in the darkness come his tares to sow.

5.  Thou hast shown me mercy with a love untold,

Grant that I may yield Thee fruit a hundredfold;

What a day of glory, what a day of gain,

When the reapers carry home the golden grain!