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's shore. 

 Where the fisher plies his calling 



'Mid the perils of the sea; 

 Where the forests old are falling, 

 Giving place to lawn and lea. 



Robert Murray, "Book of Praise." 



