(I) am sowing, daily sowing
Countless seeds of good and ill...
Thou who knowest all (my) weakness,
Leave (me) not to sow alone!
Bid thine angels guard the furrows
Where (my) precious grain is sown,
'Till the fields are crowned with glory,
Filled with mellow, ripened ears,
Filled with fruit of life eternal
From the seed (I) sowed in tears.
Hymn 216 personalised - "Hymns" - The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
God grant me peace to know what seeds I can sow, and to also know what seeds I cannot sow today.
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