He that goeth forth with weeping
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He that goeth forth with weeping,Bearing precious seed in love,Never tiring, never sleeping,Findeth mercy from above.
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Soft descend the dews of heaven,Bright the rays celestial shine;Precious fruits will thus be givenThrough an influence all divine.
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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.
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Lo, the scene of verdure brightening!See the rising grain appear;Look again! the fields are whitening,For the harvest time is near.