A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) ‎#328

328. Weeping Seedtime; Joyful Harvest

The darkened sky, how thick it lowers!
Troubled with storms, and big with showers,
No cheerful gleam of light appears,
But nature pours forth all her tears.

Yet let the sons of God revive;
He bids the soul that seeks Him live,
And from the gloomiest shade of night
Calls forth a morning of delight.

The seeds of ecstasy unknown
Are in these watered furrows sown;
See the green blades, how thick they rise,
And with fresh verdure bless our eyes!

In secret foldings they contain
Unnumbered ears of golden grain;
And heaven shall pour its beams around,
Till the ripe harvest load the ground.

Then shall the trembling mourner come,
And bind his sheaves, and bear them home,
The voice long broke with sighs shall sing,
Till heaven with hallelujahs ring.

Text Information

• First Line: The darkened sky, how thick it lowers!
• Title: Weeping Seedtime; Joyful Harvest
• Author: Doddridge
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1866

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