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1 Sow in the morn thy seed;
At eve hold not thy hand;
To doubt and fear, give thou no heed;
Broadcast it o'er the land!
2 Beside all waters sow,
The highway furrows stock,
Drop it where thorns and thistles grow,
Scatter it on the rock.
3 The good, the fruitful ground
Expect not here nor there;
O'er hill and dale alike 'tis found;
Go forth, then, everywhere,
4 And duly shall appear,
In verdure, beauty, strength,
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,
And the full corn at length.
5 Thou canst not toil in vain;
Cold, heat, and moist and dry,
Shall foster and mature the grain
For garners in the sky.
6 Then, when the glorious end,
The day of God shall come,
The angel-reapers shall descend,
And heaven cry "Harvest home!"
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Sow in the morn thy seed |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Christians: their life and experience; Spiritual Sowing |
Notes: | Author from index: Montgomery |