My God, till I receive Thy stroke,
How like a beast was I!
So unaccustom’d 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 scorn’d,
And left the pleasant road;
Yet turn me, and I shall be turn’d;
Thou are the Lord my God.

“Is Ephraim banish’d from my thoughts,
Or vile in my esteem'
No,” saith the Lord, “with all his faults,
I still 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.”

Olney Hymns, by William Cowper, from Cowper’s Poems, Sheldon & Company, New York