1 Ye sons of earth prepare the plough,
Break up your fallow ground!
The Sower is gone forth to sow,
And scatter blessings round.
2 The seed that finds a stony soil,
Shoots forth a hasty blade;
But ill repays the sower's toil,
Soon withered, scorched, and dead.
3 The thorny ground is sure to balk
All hopes of harvest there:
We find a tall and sickly stalk,
But not the fruitful ear.
4 The beaten path, and highway side
Receive the trust in vain:
The watchful birds the spoil divide,
And pick up all the grain.
5 But where the Lord of grace and power
Has blessed the happy field;
How plenteous is the golden store
The deep-wrought furrows yield!
6 Father of mercies, we have need
Of thy preparing grace;
Let the same hand that gives the seed
Provide a fruitful place.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791
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|The Cyber Hymnal #7815||Ye Sons of Earth, Prepare the Plough||Ye sons of earth, prepare the plough||ST. JAMES||William Cowper||CM||<cite>Olney Hymns</cite> (London: W. Oliver, 1779)|