Make our earthly souls a field
Which God delights to bless;
Let us indue season yield
The fruits of righteousness;
Make us trees of paradise,
Which more and more Thy praise my show,
Deeper sing, and higher rise,
And to perfection grow.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Make our earthly souls a field |
| Meter: | 7.6.7.6.7.8.7.6. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1933 |
| Notes: | Suggested tune: AMSTERDAM, No. 17 |