Words: John Cawood, in Cotterill's Selections, 1819.
Music: "Dunfermline," Scottish Psalter, 1615
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Almighty God, Your Word is cast
Like seed into the ground;
Now let the dew of heav'n descend,
And righteous fruits abound.
Let not the foe of Christ and man
This holy seed remove,
But give it root in ev'ry heart
To bring forth fruits of love.
Let not the world's deceitful cares
The rising plant destroy.
But let it yield a hundredfold
The fruits of peace and joy.
Nor let Your Word so kindly sent
To raise us to Your throne
Return to You, and sadly tell
That we reject Your Son.
Oft as the precious seed is sown,
Your quick'ning grace bestow,
But all whose souls the truth receive,
Its saving power may know.
Great God, come down and on Your Word
Your mighty power bestow,
That all who hear the joyful sound,
Your saving grace may know.
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