O God, by whom the seed is given; By whom the harvest blesssed;
O God, by whom the seed is given; By whom the harvest blesssed; Whose word like manna showered from heaven, Is planted in our breast;
Preserve it from the passing feet, And plunderers of the air; The sultry sun's intenser heat, And weeds of worldly care;
Though buried deep or thinly strown, Do thou thy grace supply; The hope in earthly furrows sown Shall ripen in the sky.
~ Reginald Heber
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