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Sow in the morn thy seed

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Sow in the morn thy seed,
At eve hold not thine hand;
To doubt and fear, give thou no heed,
Broad-cast it o'er the land.

Beside all waters sow,
The highway furrows stock,
Drop it where thorns and thistles grow,
Scatter it on the rock.

The good, the fruitful ground,
Expect not here nor there,
O'er hill and dale, by plots 'tis found;
Go forth, then, every where,

Thou know'st not which may thrive
The late or early sown;
Grace keeps the precious germs alive,
When and wherever strown.

And duly shall appear,
In verdure, beauty, strength,
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,
And the full corn at length.

Thou canst not toil in vain;
Cold, heat, and moist, and dry,
Shall foster and mature the grain
For garners in the sky.

Thence, when the glorious end,
The day of God is come,
The angel-reapers shall descend,
And heaven cry "Harvest home!"

Sacred Poems and Hymns, 1854

Author: James Montgomery

Montgomery, James, son of John Montgomery, a Moravian minister, was born at Irvine, Ayrshire, Nov. 4, 1771. In 1776 he removed with his parents to the Moravian Settlement at Gracehill, near Ballymena, county of Antrim. Two years after he was sent to the Fulneck Seminary, Yorkshire. He left Fulneck in 1787, and entered a retail shop at Mirfield, near Wakefield. Soon tiring of that he entered upon a similar situation at Wath, near Rotherham, only to find it quite as unsuitable to his taste as the former. A journey to London, with the hope of finding a publisher for his youthful poems ended in failure; and in 1792 he was glad to leave Wath for Shefield to join Mr. Gales, an auctioneer, bookseller, and printer of the Sheffield Register newspap… Go to person page >


Sow in the morn thy seed. J. Montgomery. [Missions.] Under the date of June 16, 1832, Montgomery, in a letter to his friend George Bennett, gives the history of this hymn in the following words:—
"In the month of February last, on our return from Bath, as my friend Mr. Rowland Hodgson and myself were travelling between Gloucester and Tewkesbury, I observed from my side of the carriage, a field which had been recently ploughed, and apparently harrowed, for the surface lay not in furrows; but upon it were several women and girls in rows, one behind another, laterally, as though they were engaged in parallel lines, but did not keep pace with each other in their work. What the work was I could not guess: it was evidently not weeding, for the ground was perfectly clear and fresh turned up. It seemed to be planting, all stooping down and appearing to put something into the earth, but they were too far off for me to distinguish what. I therefore described the scene and their mode of action to my friend, who, being blind, could not help out the imperfection of my eyes by the aid of his. He immediately replied, ‘I dare say it is dibbling, a mode of husbandry by which two-thirds of the grain necessary in the ordinary way of sowing an acre is saved: holes are picked in lines along the field, and into each of these two or three grains are dropped.’ ‘I have often heard of drilling or dibbling, but I never saw it before,' I exclaimed; ‘and I must say if this be the latter, dibbling is quite in character with everything else in an age of political economy. * * * * But for my part, give me broadcast sowing, scattering the seed on the right hand and on the left, in liberal handfuls; this dibbling is very unpoetical and unpicturesque; there is neither grace of motion nor attitude in it.' * * * * I fell immediately into a musing fit, and moralised most magnificently upon all kinds of husbandry (though I knew little or nothing of any, but so much the better, perhaps, for my purpose) making out that each was excellent in its way, and best in its place. * * * * By degrees my thoughts subsided into verse, and I found them running lines, like furrows, along the field of my imagination: and in the course of the two next stages they had already assumed the form of the following stanzas, which I wrote as soon as we reached Bromsgrove. This is the whole history and mystery of which I fear you have heard so romantic an account, 'Sow in the morn thy seed.' "Memoirs, by Holland, volume v. p. 34.
The hymn written under these circumstances, in Febrary 1832, was printed for the use of the Sheffield Sunday School Union, at their Whitsuntide gathering of the same year. It is in 7 stanzas of 4 lines. It was published in Montgomery's Poet's Portfolio, 1835, p. 248, and headed, "The Field of the World," and again, with the same heading, in his Original Hymns, 1853, p. 258. It is given in many modern hymn-books. -- John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)


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