Luke 8:15: The word, the seed of righteousness

The word, the seed of righteousness
Sown in our hearts we gladly feel,
ith joy our proffer'd Lord embrace,
With rapturous joy unspeakable
Receive the news of sin forgiven,
And taste in love our jDresent heaven.

Yet the incorruptible seed
Doth never in a moment rise,
But buried deep, as lost and dead,
Long in our earthy hearts it lies,
Water'd, before the fruit appears.
With showers of grace, and floods of tears.

Howe'er our hasty nature fret.
Or instantaneous growth require.
We must, we f/inst with patience wait.
With humble, languishing desire.
And when ten thousand storms are pass'd.
Bring forth the perfect fruit— at last.