On what has now been sown
Thy bless­ing, Lord, be­stow;
The pow­er is Thine alone
To make it spring and grow.
Do Thou in grace the har­vest raise,
And Thou alone shalt have the praise.

To Thee our wants are known,
From Thee are all our pow­ers;
Accept what is Thine own
And par­don what is ours.
Our prais­es, Lord, and pray­ers re­ceive
And to Thy Word a bless­ing give.

Oh, grant that each of us
Now met be­fore Thee here
May meet to­ge­ther thus
When Thou and Thine ap­pear
And fol­low Thee to Heav’n, our home.
E’en so, Amen, Lord Je­sus, come!