627 ~ He That Goeth Forth
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He that goeth forth with weeping, Bearing precious seed in love, Never tiring, never sleeping, Findeth mercy from above.
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Soft descend the dews of heaven, Bright the rays celestial shine; Precious fruits will thus be given, Through an influence all divine.
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Sow the seed, be never weary; Let no fears thy soul annoy; Be the prospect ne'er so dreary, Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy.
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Lo, the scene of verdure brightening! See the rising grain appear; Look again! the fields are whitening, For the harvest time is near.