1 A Sower that goes forth to sow,
Far diff'rent soils he finds;
Such is the case with Preachers too:
They preach to diff'rent minds.
2 Some minds are like the trodden way;
That can't receive the grain;
Tho' they attend to hear and pray,
They hear the word in vain.
3 With such does Satan act his part,
Like birds of prey devour;
He takes the word soon from their heart,
That it can have no pow'r.
4 And some are like the stony soil,
Which soon shoots forth its blade;
First they believe, and hear a while,
But soon they shrink and fade.
5 At first it is a joyful news,
The Gospel truth to hear;
But O, it answers not their views,
The Saviour's Cross to bear.
6 Some are just like that kind of ground,
All fill'd with thorns and brier;
Their hearts with carnal cares abound--
The world is their desire.
7 Tho' they are made to hear and feel,
The need of Saving Grace;
Yet to support their haughty will,
They keep their sinful place.
8 Great God, how cautious should we be!
To keep still on our guard;
To watch and pray, to search and see
That we may be prepar'd.
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