1.He that goeth forth with weeping,Bearing precious seed in love, Never tiring, never sleeping, Findeth mercy from above. 2.Soft descend the dews of heaven, Bright the rays celestial shine; Precious fruits will thus be given, Through an influence all divine. 3.Sow the seed, be never weary; Let no fears thy soul annoy; Be the prospect ne'er so dreary, Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy. 4.Lo, the scene of verdure brightening! See the rising grain appear; Look again! the fields are whitening, For the harvest time is near.