Verse 1
Who every hasty growth reject,
As nature’s mimickry of grace,
We lawfully at last expect
The harvest of full holiness:
Soon as the seed of faith is sown,
Our hearts the early rain receive,
And growing in a way unknown
We more and more in Christ believe.
Verse 2
“But may we not at once spring up,
In sudden holiness mature?”
Nay; but we must the flattering hope
Renounce, and to the end endure:
The ripest fruit cannot appear,
Until the latter rain come down,
And faith’s Almighty Finisher
Our patience with perfection crown.