Jesus, Lord of Heaven above,

Earth beneath is all Thy own

In the depths of Heavenly love

Let my human heart be sown.

Let my love that as a grain

None on earth might care to see,

Buried in Thy grave remain,

Be a precious seed to Thee.

Thou wilt raise it, though it die,

Thou wilt see it hidden there —

Thou wilt guard it with Thine eye

From the spirits of the air.

None shall take it thence away;

It is sown for Thy delight:

Thou wilt shine on it by day, —

Thou wilt shield it in the night.

Where the silent waters flow,

It shall multiply its root;

It shall blossom, it shall grow,

It shall bear immortal fruit.

Sown in weakness, raised in power —

Sown in suffering, raised in peace —

It shall brave the blighting hour,

In the year of drought increase.

Never hurt by sun or storm,

Blest its every stage shall be;

Dying in its mortal form —

Living evermore in Thee.