CCCXLVI. The Sower

1 Ye Sons of Earth prepare the Plough,
Break up your fallow Ground!
The Sower is gone forth to sow,
And scatter Blessings round.

2 The Seed that finds a stony Soil,
Shoots forth a hasty Blade;
But ill repays the Sower's Toil,
Soon wither'd, scorch'd , and dead.

3 The thorny Ground is sure to baulk
All Hopes of Harvest there:
We find a tall and sickly Stalk,
But not the fruitful Ear.

4 The beaten Path, and High-Way Side
Receive the Trust in vain:
The watchful Birds the Spoil divide,
And pick up all the Grain.

5 But where the LORD of Grace and Pow'r
Has bless'd the happy Field;
How plenteous is the Golden Store
The Deep-wrought Furrows yield!

6 Father of Mercies, we have need
Of thy preparing Grace;
Let the same Hand that gives the Seed
Provide a Fruitful-Place.

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First Line: Ye Sons of Earth prepare the Plough
Title: The Sower
Language: English
Publication Date: 1791
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Topic: liturgical: Songs of Response; Invitation to Praise and Repentance
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