Verse 1
Yes, we joyfully confess,
Thou the Son of God and man
Givst the principle of grace,
Sow’st in all that heavenly grain,
Saints, thro’ thy ingrafted word
Rise, the planting of the Lord.
Verse 2
Till the grain becomes a tree,
Striking deep their root below,
Thro’ thy Spirit’s energy,
Imperceptibly they grow
Late to full perfection rise,
Sinking, till they reach the skies.