198. Sowing the Tares

1 Sowing the tares, when it might have been wheat,
Sowing of malice, spite, and deceit,
We might have sown roses amid life’s sad cares,
While we were cruelly sowing the tares.

Refrain:
Sowing the tares,
Sowing the tares,
We plead for forgivness for sowing the tares.

2 Sowing the tares, how dark the black sin,
Mingling a curse with life’s sweetest hymn,
And heeding no anguish, no piteous prayers,
While we were so cruelly sowing the tares. [Refrain]

3 Sowing the tares, that bring sorrow down,
Robs of its jewels life’s fairest crown;
And turning to silver the once golden hairs,
Grown whiter and whiter as we sowed the tares. [Refrain]

4 Sowing the tares, under cover of night,
Which might have been wheat all golden and bright;
O heart, turn to God with repentance and pray'r
And plead for forgivness for sowing the tares. [Refrain]

Text Information
First Line: Sowing the tares, when it might have been wheat
Title: Sowing the Tares
Refrain First Line: Sowing the tares
Language: English
Publication Date: 1896
Source: Words by a Convict.; "Rescue Songs," From
Copyright: From "Rescue Songs." Used by per. H. H. Hadley.
Notes: A prisoner in the Maryland penitentiary, after hearing Mr. D. L. Moody, retired to his cell where he wrote these sad words and handed them to Mr. Moody, who read them at Maryland Institute the same day.


Text Information:

Dedicated to "Brother Will." M. Cell 1069.


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