1 Where prophet’s word and martyr’s blood, And prayers of saints were sown. We to their labors ent’ring in Would reap where they have strown. 2 Oh Thou whose call our hearts has stirred! To do Thy will we come. Thrust in our sickles at Thy word And bear our harvest home.
|First Line:||Where prophet's word and martyr's blood|
|Author:||Samuel Longfellow (1864)|