Not by Thy Mighty Hand

Not by Thy migh­ty hand

Thy won­drous works alone

But by the mar­vels of Thy Word

Thy glo­ry

Lord

is known.

Forth from the eter­nal gates

Thine ev­er­last­ing home

To sow the seed of truth alone

Thou didst vouch­safe to come.

And still from age to age

Thou

gra­cious Lord

hast been

The Bear­er forth of good­ly seed

The Sow­er still un­seen.

And Thou wilt come again

And Heav’n be­neath Thee bow

To reap the har­vest Thou hast sown

Sower and reap­er Thou.

Watch

Lord

Thy har­vest field

With Thine un­sleep­ing eye

The child­ren of the king­dom keep

To Thy epi­pha­ny!

That

when in Thy great day

The tares shall sev­ered be

We may be sure­ly ga­thered in

With all Thy saints to Thee.