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I: Ye sons of earth, prepare the plough, / Break up your fallow ground!
The sower is gone forth to sow, / And scatter blessings round.
II: 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.
III: The thorny ground is sure to baulk / All hopes of harvest there; / We find a tall and sickly stalk, / But not the fruitful ear.
IV: The beaten path and highway-side / Receive the trust in vain; / The watchful birds the spoil divide, / And pick up all the grain.
V: But where the Lord of grace and power / Has bless'd the happy field, / How plenteous is the golden store / The deep-wrought furrows yield!
VI: Father of mercies, we have need / Of thy preparing grace; / Let the same hand that gives the seed / Provide a fruitful place.