This is a field, this world below,
In which the sowers came to sow;
Jesus the wheat, Satan the tares,
For so the word of truth declares,
And soon the reaping time will come,
And angels shout the harvest home.

To love my sins, a saint t’appear,
To grow with wheat, and be a tare,
May serve me whilst on earth below,
Where tares and wheat together grow,
But soon the reaping time will come,
And angels shout the harvest home.

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