Hymn 314 |

Hymn 314

From The Christian Science Hymnal, 1932 edition


Sow in the morn thy seed,
At eve hold not thy hand;
To doubt and fear give thou no heed;
Broadcast it o’er the land.

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

The harvest now is white;
Lift up thine eyes, behold,
Illumed by Love’s transforming light,
God’s blessings manifold.