O Thou, at whose divine command

Good seed is sown in every land,

Thy holy spirit now impart,

And for Thy word prepare each heart!

Not ’mid the thorns of worldly thought,

Nor soon by passing plunderers caught,

Nor lacking depth the root to feed,

May we receive Thy spirit’s seed;

But may it, where Thy sowers toil,

Fall in a good and honest soil;

And springing up from firmest root,

Through patience, bear abundant fruit.