Ephraim Repenting
My God! till I received thy stroke,
How like a beast was I!
My God! till I received thy stroke,
How like a beast was I!
So unaccustomed to the yoke,
So backward to comply.
With grief my just reproach I bear,
Shame fills me at the thought;
How frequent my rebellions were,
What wickedness I wrought.
Thy merciful restraint I scorned,
And left the pleasant road;
Yet turn me, and I shall be turned,
Thou art the Lord my God.
Is Ephraim banished from my thoughts,
Or vile in my esteem?
“No,” saith the Lord, “with all his faults,
I shall remember him.”
“Is he a dear and pleasant child?”
“Yes, dear and pleasant still;
Though sin his foolish heart beguiled,
And he withstood my will.
“My sharp rebuke has laid him low,
He seeks my face again;
My pity kindles at his woe,
He shall not seek in vain.”
Jer. 31:18-20
William Cowper