4 And you, who hitherto are spared,
Must shortly yield your lives ;
Your wisdom is to be prepared
Before the stroke arrives.
5 The grass, when dead, revives no more :
You die to live again ;
But oh ! if death should prove the door
To everlasting pain !
6 Lord, help us to obey thy call,
That from our sins set free,
When, like the grass, our bodies fall,
Our souls may spring to thee.
36.
Harvest.
1 SEE the corn again in ear !
How the fields and valleys smile !
Harvest now is drawing near,
To repay the farmer s toil.
Gracious Lord, secure the crop,
Satisfy the poor with food :
In thy mercy is our hope ;
We have sinn d, but thou art good.
2 While I view the plenteous grain,
As it ripens on the stalk,
May I not instruction gain
Helpful to my daily walk ?
All this plenty of the field
Was produced from foreign seeds :
For the earth itself would yield
Only crops of useless weeds.
3 Though when newly sown it lay
Hid awhile beneath the ground,
(Some might think it thrown away,)
Now a large increase is found ;
Though conceal d, it was not lost;
Though it died, it lives again ;
Eastern storms and nipping frosts
Have opposed its growth in vain.
