Almighty God, Your Word is cast
Like seed in­to the ground;
Now let the dew of Heav’n des­cend,
And right­eous fruits abound.

Let not the foe of Christ and man
This ho­ly seed re­move,
But give it root in ev­ery heart
To bring forth fruits of love.

Let not the world’s de­ceit­ful cares
The ris­ing plant des­troy.
But let it yield a hun­dred­fold
The fruits of peace and joy.

Nor let Your Word so kind­ly sent
To raise us to Your throne
Return to You, and sad­ly tell
That we re­ject Your Son.

Oft as the pre­cious seed is sown,
Your quick­en­ing grace be­stow,
That all whose souls the truth re­ceive,
Its sav­ing pow­er may know.

Great God, come down and on Your Word
Your migh­ty pow­er be­stow,
That all who hear the joy­ful sound,
Your sav­ing grace may know.