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God the Holy Ghost.
CV.
Ye sons of earth, prepare the plough, Break up your fallow ground ;
The Sower is gone forth to sow, And scatter blessings round.
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.
The thorny ground is sure to balk
All .hopes of harvest there ; We find a tall and sickly stalk,
But not the fruitful ear.
The beaten path and highway side
Receive the trust in vain ; The watchful birds the spoil divide,
And pick up all the grain.
But when the Lord of grace and power
Has bless'd the happy field, How plenteous is the golden store
The deep-wrought furrows yield !
Father of mercies ! we have need
Of Thy preparing grace : Let the same Hand, that gives the seed,
Provide a fruitful place !
William Cowper. i |
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