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220 4 And you, who hitherto are spared, Must shortly yield your lives ; Your wisdom is to be prepared Before the stroke arrives.

5 The grass, when dead, revives no more : You die to live again ; But oh ! if death should prove the door To everlasting pain !

6 Lord, help us to obey thy call, That from our sins set free, When, like the grass, our bodies fall, Our souls may spring to thee.

1 SEE the corn again in ear ! How the fields and valleys smile ! Harvest now is drawing near, To repay the farmer s toil. Gracious Lord, secure the crop, Satisfy the poor with food : In thy mercy is our hope ; We have sinn d, but thou art good.

2 While I view the plenteous grain, As it ripens on the stalk, May I not instruction gain Helpful to my daily walk ? All this plenty of the field Was produced from foreign seeds : For the earth itself would yield Only crops of useless weeds.

3 Though when newly sown it lay Hid awhile beneath the ground, (Some might think it thrown away,) Now a large increase is found ; Though conceal d, it was not lost; Though it died, it lives again ; Eastern storms and nipping frosts Have opposed its growth in vain.