Olney Hymns (1840)/Book 1/Hymn 85
85.
The Sower.—Matt, xiii, 3.C.
1 Ye sons of earth, prepare the plough,
Break up your fallow ground!
The sower is gone forth to sow,
And scatter blessings round.
Break up your fallow ground!
The sower is gone forth to sow,
And scatter blessings round.
2 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.
Shoots forth a hasty blade;
But ill repays the sower's toil,—
Soon wither'd, scorch'd, and dead.
3 The thorny ground is sure to baulk
All hopes of harvest there;
We find a tall and sickly stalk,
But not the fruitful ear.
All hopes of harvest there;
We find a tall and sickly stalk,
But not the fruitful ear.
4 The beaten path and highway-side
Receive the trust in vain;
The watchful birds the spoil divide,
And pick up all the grain.
Receive the trust in vain;
The watchful birds the spoil divide,
And pick up all the grain.
5 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!
Has bless'd the happy field,
How plenteous is the golden store
The deep-wrought furrows yield!
6 Father of mercies, we have need
Of thy preparing grace;
Let the same hand that gives the seed
Provide a fruitful place.
Of thy preparing grace;
Let the same hand that gives the seed
Provide a fruitful place.