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Psalm 126:6.
He that goeth forth with weeping,
Bearing precious seed in love,
Never tiring, never sleeping,
Findeth mercy from above.
2 Soft descend the dews of heaven;
Bright the rays celestial shine;
Precious fruits will thus be given,
Through the influence all divine.
3 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.
4 Lo! the scene of verdure brightening,
In the rising grain appear;
Look again; the fields are whitening,
For the harvest time is near.
Hastings.