Make our earthly souls a field
Which God delights to bless;
Let us indue season yield
The fruits of righteousness;
Make us trees of paradise,
Which more and more Thy praise my show,
Deeper sing, and higher rise,
And to perfection grow.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Make our earthly souls a field |
Meter: | 7.6.7.6.7.8.7.6. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1933 |
Notes: | Suggested tune: AMSTERDAM, No. 17 |