512.
Parable 8.
The Seed sown. Matt. xiii.
1
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!
2
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!
3
Tares, too oft, obstruct the seed;
Now the thorn, and now the weed;
Cares, consuming, riches vain,
Choke the word, and prove its bane.
4
In our field, (our hearts of stone,)
Precious seed has oft been sown;
Harvest time is drawing near;
Where does now the fruit appear?
5
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!
