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Lord of all power, without thy care
In vain thy word we sow;
Thy grace must every heart prepare,
And make the truth to grow.
Let not vain thoughts and foolish mirth
Make us to hear in vain;
Nor cares, like thorns which load the earth,
Choke up the precious grain.
Nor like the seed upon a rock,
Where grass can scarcely spring,
May truth, by fiery trial struck,
Dry up a withered thing.
Let not the joy with which we own
Thy gospel transient prove;
Nor the world’s flattery or frown
Our hopes of heaven remove.
But ever wise and faithful found
may we retain thy word;
And like the deep and fertile ground
A hundred fold afford.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 332 |
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