Ephraim repenting
Verse 1
My God, till I received Thy stroke, How like a beast was I! So unaccustom'd to the yoke, So backward to comply.
Verse 2
With grief my just reproach I hear; Shame fills me at the thought, How frequent my rebellions were, What wickedness I wrought.
Verse 3
" Is Ephraim banish'd from my thoughts, Or vile in my esteem? No," saith the Lord, "with all his faults, I still remember him.
Verse 4
" Is he a dear and pleasant child? Yes, dear and pleasant still; Though sin his foolish heart beguiled, And he withstood my will.
Verse 5
" My sharp rebuke has laid him low, He seeks my face again; My pity kindles at his woe, He shall not seek in vain."
