Is This the Kind Return?

Is this the kind re­turn

And these the thanks we owe

Thus to ab­use eter­nal love

Whence all our bless­ings flow?

To what a stub­born frame

Has sin re­duced our mind!

What strange rebel­li­ous wretch­es we

And God as strange­ly kind!

On us He bids the sun

Shed his re­viv­ing rays;

For us the skies their cir­cles run

To length­en out our days.

The brutes ob­ey their God

And bow their necks to men;

But we

more base

more brut­ish things

Reject His ea­sy reign.

Turn

turn us

migh­ty God

And mold our souls afresh;

Break

sov­er­eign grace

these hearts of stone

And give us hearts of flesh.

Let old in­gra­ti­tude

Provoke our weep­ing eyes

And hour­ly as new mer­cies fall

Let hour­ly thanks arise.