Sexagesima Sunday

O Thou, at whose divine command
Good seed is sown in every land;
Thine Holy Ghost to us impart,
And for Thy word prepare each heart.

Not among thorns of worldly thought,
Nor soon by passing plunderers caught,
Nor lacking depth the root to feed,
May we receive Thy Spirit's seed.

But may it, while Thy sowers toil,
Fall in a good and honest soil;
And springing up from firmest root,
With patience bear abundant fruit.