[img]http://www.cyberhymnal.org/img/h/a/hastings_t.jpg[/img][b]HE THAT GOETH FORTH WITH WEEPING[/b][i]Words: Thomas Hastings, 1836.[/i]He that goeth forth with weeping,Bearing precious seed in love,Never tiring, never sleeping,Findeth mercy from above.Soft descend the dews of heaven,Bright the rays celestial shine;Precious fruits will thus be givenThrough an influence all divine.Sow thy seed; be never weary;Let no fears thy soul annoy;Be the prospect neer so dreary,Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy.Lo! the scene of verdure brightening,See the rising grain appear:Look again; the fields are whitening,For the harvest time is near.from: http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/h/t/hthatgof.htm
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