He That Goeth Forth.

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JOHN M. EVANS.

1. 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 all be given,
Through an influence all divine.

2. Sow thy seed, be never weary,
Let no fears thy soul annoy;
Be the prospect ne'er so dreary,
Thou shalt reap the fruit of joy.
Lo, the scene of verdure brightning!
See the rising grain appear;
Look again! the fields are whitening,
For the harvest time is near.