Holy Is the Seed-Time

Holy is the seed-time

when the bur­ied grain

Sinks to sleep in dark­ness

but to wake again.

Holy is the spring­time

when the liv­ing corn

Bursting from its pris­on

ris­eth like the morn.

Holy is the har­vest

when each rip­ened ear

Bending to the sick­le

crowns the gold­en year;

Store them in our gar­ners; win­now them with care;

Give to God the glo­ry in our praise and pray­er.

Holy seed our Mas­ter sow­eth in His field;

Be the harve­st ho­ly which our hearts shall yield;

Be our bod­ies ho­ly

rest­ing in the clay

Till the Re­sur­rect­ion sum­mons them away.

Glory to the Fa­ther

who be­held our need;

Glory to the Sav­ior

who hath sown the seed;

Glory to the Spir­it

giv­ing the in­crease;

Glory

as it has been

is

and ne’er shall cease!