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512. Parable 8. The Seed sown. Matt. xiii.
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Lord! the seed which thou dost sow,Feed with dews, and let it grow!
May it bear, in young and old,
Fifty, and a hundred fold!
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Let us not the seed display,Lost and scatter'd by the way!
Never let it, Lord! be found
Wither'd on the stony ground!
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Tares, too oft, obstruct the seed;Now the thorn, and now the weed;
Cares, consuming, riches vain,
Choke the word, and prove its bane.
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In our field, (our hearts of stone,)Precious seed has oft been sown;
Harvest time is drawing near;
Where does now the fruit appear?
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Let the seed which thou dost sow,Take deep root, and upward grow;
And, unmoved by storm or blast,
Prove the tree of life, at last!
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