227. Hast To The Plough Thou Put Thy Hand

1 Hast to the plough thou put thy hand,
Let not thy spirit waver.
Heed not the world’s allurements grand,
Nor pause for Sodom’s favor.
But plow thy furrow, sow God's seed
Tho' tares and thorns thy work impede;
For he who sows with weeping
Shall soon with joy be reaping.

2 But should at times thy courage fail,
For even strength may falter,
Let not the tempting world prevail
On thee thy course to alter.
He that would win must forward go;
Retreat can bring thee naught but woe,
When foes bid thee defiance,
On God be thy reliance.

3 If to the course we faithful keep,
The race will soon be ended;
And death itself is but a sleep,
Its veil will soon be rended.
But those who conquer in the strife
Obtain the joy and crown of life
And shall in constant gladness
Forget these days of sadness.

4 Press onward then in Jesus' name,
Tho' thorns and rocks inclose thee;
Yea, forward, tho' with sword and flame
The foe should here oppose thee.
Most precious is the victor's prize
And open is God's paradise
Where God on Zion's mountain
Has open'd wide life's fountain.

Text Information
First Line: Hast to the plough thou put thy hand
Title: Hast To The Plough Thou Put Thy Hand
Author: N. F. S. Grundtvig
Meter: 8, 7, 8, 7, 8, 8, 7.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1927
Topic: Following Christ
Notes: Danish first line: Har Haand du lagt paa Herrens Plov; Translator: J. C. Aaberg
Tune Information
Name: [hast to the plough thou put thy hand]
Composer: Joseph Glaser
Meter: 8, 7, 8, 7, 8, 8, 7.
Key: F Major



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