Though in the earthly church below

Verse 1

Though in the earthly church below The wheat and tares together grow, Jesus ere long will weed the crop, And pluck the tares in anger up.

Verse 2

Will it relieve their horrors there, To recollect their stations here? How much they heard, how much they knew, How long among the wheat they grew?

Verse 3

Oh! this will aggravate their case! They perish under means of grace: To them the word of life and faith Became an instrument of death.

Verse 4

We seem alike when thus we meet,-- Strangers might think we all were wheat; But to the Lord's all-searching eyes, Each heart appears without disguise.

Verse 5

But tho' they grow so tall and strong, His plan will not require them long; In harvest when he saves his own, The tares shall into hell be thrown.