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Ye sons of earth prepare the plow,
Break up your fallow ground!
The Sower is gone forth to sow,
And scatter blessings round.
The seed that finds a stony soil,
Shoots forth a hasty blade;
But ill repays the sower's toil,
Soon withered, scorched, and dead.
The thorny ground is sure to baulk
All hopes of harvest there;
We find a tall and sickly stalk,
But not the fruitful ear.
The beaten path and highway side
Receive the trust in vain
The watchful birds the spoil divide,
And pick up all the grain.
But where the Lord of grace and pow'r
Has blessed the happy field;
How plenteous is the golden store
The deep-wrought furrows yield!
Father of mercies we have need
Of thy preparing grace;
Let the same hand that gives the seed,
Provide a fruitful place.
---Alternative verses---
But when the Lord of grace and pow'r
Has blessed the happy field;
How plenteous is the golden store
The deep-wrought furrows yield!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1779
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 13:3; Mk 4:14;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1965 | # 479 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. JAMES
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1696
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 110 | A | | # 220 | A | | # 284 | A | | # 307 | A | | # 575 | A | | # 199 | A | | # 388 | A | | # 418 | A | | # 234 | Ab |
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