The Master is sowing the good seed of truth,
With hands that are patient and kind;
Alike on the fertile and bleak place it falls,
What soil in your heart will it find?
Let the good seed take root in your heart, my brother,
And bring forth a glorious yield;
If nourished in faith will a fruitage divine
In the harvest of life be revealed.
Are sinful desires growing rank in your heart,
As baneful weeds cumber the ground?
Does love of the world, with its folly and pride,
Within your heart’s garden abound?
O let the good seed in the sunshine of love,
And watered by heavenly dew,
Bring forth in your life the rich fruitage of grace,
That Jesus with gladness can view.