Classic Poem

SOWER divine!
Sow the good seed in me,
Seed for eternity.
'Tis a rough barren soil,
Yet by thy care and toil,
Make it a fruitful field
An hundred fold to yield.
Sower divine,
Plough up this heart of mine!

Sower divine!
Quit not this wretched field
Till thou hast made it yield;
Sow thou by day and night,
In darkness and in light.
Stay not thy hand, but sow;
Then shall the harvest grow.
Sower divine,
Sow deep this heart of mine!

Sower divine!
Let not this barren clay
Lead thee to turn away;
Let not my fruitlessness
Provoke thee not to bless;
Let not this field be dry,
Refresh it from on high.
Sower divine,
Water this heart of mine!