On stony places round,
And forthwith they sprung up, because
They had no depth of ground.

But when the sun came up, and warm
Sent forth his beaming ray,
Because they had no root in earth,
They wither'd all away.

Among the thorns some others fell,
Of these there was no hope;
The seeds were choked, they droop'd and died,
Soon as the thorns came up.

But others fell into good ground,
And yielded, as we're told,
Some of them thirty, sixty some,
And some an hundred fold.

The seed that by the wayside fell,
Is wisdom in the heart
Of him who heareth words of truth,
But understandeth not.

And he who is the stony place,
Is one who hears the word,
Anon with joy receiveth it,
And follows after good.

But tribulation soon assails,