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E that goeth forth with weeping,
Bearing precious seed in love, Never tiring, never sleeping,
Findeth mercy from above.
2 Soft descend the dews of heaven,
Bright the rays celestial shine; Precious fruits will thus be given
Through an influence all divine.
3 Sow thy seed, be never weary;
Let no fears thy soul annoy; Be the prospect ne'er so dreary,
Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy.
4 Lo! the scene of verdure brightening,
See the rising grain appear:
Thomas Hastings, 1836
FIGHT the good fight
With all thy might;
Lay hold on life, and it shall be
Thy joy and crown eternally.
Through God's good grace,
Life with its way before us lies,
Christ is the path, and Christ the prize.
Upon thy Guide
Lean, and the trusting soul shall prove
Christ is its life, and Christ its love.
His arms are near;
Only believe, and thou shalt see
John S. B. Monsell, 1883