Isaiah_44-3: For I will pour water upon him that is thirsty, and floods upon the dry ground: I will pour my spirit upon thy seed, and my blessing upon thine offspring

The Sower Went Forth Sowing
The Seed In Secret Slept
Through Days Of Faith And Patience,
Till Out The Green Blade Crept;
And Warmed By Golden Sunshine,
And Fed By Sliver Rain.
At Last The Fields Were Whitened
To Harvest Once Again
O Praise The Heavenly Sower
Who Gave The Fruitful Seed,
And Watches And Watered Duly,
And Ripened For Our Need.

Behold! The Heavenly Sower
Goes Forth With Better Seed,
The Word Of Sure Salvation,
With Feet And Hands That Bleed;
Here In His Church ‘Tis Scattered,
Our Spirits Are The Soil;
Then Let An Ample Fruitage
Repay His Pain And Toil.
O Beautiful The Harvest
Wherein All Goodness Thrives,
And This Tho Ie Thanksgiving,
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