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Rh His seeking and His finding make

Our search an easy thing;

He sows good seed, and bids us take

The joys of harvesting.

Yet must His children do their part,

And what He gives accept;

No heart can understand His Heart

That has not bled and wept.

All seasons, bring they bale or bliss,

His priceless treasures hold;

The Winter’s silver all is His,

And His the Summer’s gold.