God, as We Stand Amid Your World

God

as we stand amid Your world

Gazing on wait­ing lands

Lord of the har­vest

seize our hearts

Employ our idle hands.

Show us the fields of great­est need

Bless and pre­pare the soil;

Give us Your seed to sow abroad

Guide and di­rect our toil.

Strengthen our arm to sow to­day

Equip us for the hour;

Shield us from beast and sword alike

Protect us by Your pow­er.

Bless now the ho­ly Word we sow—

May it find fer­tile ground;

Keep it from thorns and scorch­ing sun

Make the green blade abound.

“Shun hard

smooth paths and way­sides bright

Through and around the field;

For work and la­bor light­ly done

Return but lit­tle yield.

Fret not when nox­ious weeds arise

Among the grow­ing grain;

They will be burned at har­vest time

And gold­en wheat re­main.