II.LXXIII | The Psalms of David#II.LXXIV | II.LXXV |
1 Is this the kind Return,
And these the Thanks we owe,
Thus to abuse eternal Love,
Whence all our Blessings flow!
2 To what a stubborn Frame
Has Sin reduc'd our Mind?
What strange rebellious Wretches we,
And God as strangely kind.
3 On us he bids the Sun
Shed his reviving Rays,
For us the Skies their Circles run,
To lengthen out our Days.
4 The Brutes obey their God,
And bow their Necks to Men,
But we more base, more brutish Things,
Reject his easy Reign.
5 Turn, turn us, mighty God,
And mould our Souls afresh,
Break, sov'reign Grace, these Hearts of Stone,
And give us Hearts of flesh.
6 Let old Ingratitude
Provoke our weeping Eyes,
And hourly, as new Mercies fall
Let hourly Thanks arise.
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First Line: | Is this the kind Return |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1766 |
Topic: | Complaint of Ingratitude; Goodness of God; Patience of God producing Repentance |