Oh God, by Whom the Seed Is Given

Oh God! by whom the seed is giv’n;

By whom the har­vest blest;

Whose word

like man­na show’red from Heav’n

Is plant­ed in our breast;

Preserve it from the pass­ing feet

And plun­der­ers of the air;

The sul­try sun’s in­tens­er heat

And weeds of world­ly care!

Though bur­ied deep or thin­ly strown

Do Thou Thy grace sup­ply;

The hope in earth­ly fur­rows sown

Shall rip­en in the sky!