EN 1766 Sow in the Morn Thy Seed
Ps.126.6
Versi Version 1
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
Thou know’st not which may thrive,
The late or early sown;
God keeps His precious seed alive,
When and wherever thrown.
3
And duly shall appear,
In verdure, beauty, strength,
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,
And the full corn at length.
4
Thou canst not toil in vain;
Cold, heat, and moist, and dry,
Shall foster and mature the grain
For garners in the sky.
5
Thence, when the glorious end,
The day of God is come,
The angels reapers shall descend,
And Heav’n cry, “Harvest Home.”

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