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He that goeth forth with weeping,
Bearing precious seed in love;
Never tiring, never sleeping,
Findeth mercy from above.
[CHORUS]
Lo, the scene of verdure bright’ning!
See the rising grain appear;
Look! The waving fields are whit’ning,
For the harvest time is near.
Soft descend the dews of heaven,
Bright the rays celestial shine;
Precious fruits will thus be given,
Through and influence all divine.
Sow thy seed, be never weary,
Let no fears thy soul annoy;
Be the prospect ne’er so dreary,
Thou shalt reap the fruits of day.
Bearing precious seed in love;
Never tiring, never sleeping,
Findeth mercy from above.
[CHORUS]
Lo, the scene of verdure bright’ning!
See the rising grain appear;
Look! The waving fields are whit’ning,
For the harvest time is near.
Soft descend the dews of heaven,
Bright the rays celestial shine;
Precious fruits will thus be given,
Through and influence all divine.
Sow thy seed, be never weary,
Let no fears thy soul annoy;
Be the prospect ne’er so dreary,
Thou shalt reap the fruits of day.
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