THE MASTER BIDS THEE by C. M. Snow

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Aug 23, 1905

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 31, No. 34.

THE MASTER BIDS THEE

By C. M. Snow

Go where the needs are great, and sow; Scatter the seed God bids thee bear. 'Tis not that thou must see and know How great a yield He'll garner there, Or how that seed can grow In soil so long unfructified— Thy mission is to sow.

The soil is His, and His the seed, The early and the latter rain. Then speed Thee to that field—the field in need. They've waited long in wo; So long in need, so long denied, Tho Christ so long, so long, has bid thee go.

Sow where the needs are great; the seed Is in the keeping of thy God. Thy very life may fill some need If it but show His love abroad, Or soothe some aching heart, Long tossed on life's uncharted sea, Or heal some biting smart— Then art thou His, thy life His seed, And He will sow it where the need Is greatest. Yield, and let Him lead To field beyond the sea, To Afric, Ind, or far Cathay— To whatsoever land has need of thee.

And when the harvest comes, that field Where hard the labor was and long May cause thee wonder by its yield Of precious fruit, and stir to song Of gladness all thy soul. Then fret thou not—in God's own time The earnest or the whole Shall rise where thou didst sow thy seed. Then hie thee thither with all speed To needy lands where'er He lead; And there, in His control, Or here, if that thy mission be, Sow and be sown, till God shall reap the whole. C. M. SNOW.