God, as we stand amid Your world,
Gazing on waiting lands,
Lord of the harvest, seize our hearts,
Employ our idle hands.
Show us the fields of greatest need,
Bless and prepare the soil;
Give us Your seed to sow abroad,
Guide and direct our toil.
Strengthen our arm to sow today,
Equip us for the hour;
Shield us from beast and sword alike,
Protect us by Your power.
Bless now the holy Word we sow—
May it find fertile ground;
Keep it from thorns and scorching sun,
Make the green blade abound.
“Shun hard, smooth paths and waysides bright,
Through and around the field;
For work and labor lightly done
Return but little yield.
Fret not when noxious weeds arise
Among the growing grain;
They will be burned at harvest time,
And golden wheat remain.