William Cowper 8,8,8,8 The covenant. The Lord proclaims his grace abroad! Behold, I change your hearts of stone; Each shall renounce his idol god, And serve, henceforth, the LORD alone. My grace, a flowing stream, proceeds To wash your filthiness away; Ye shall abhor your former deeds, And learn my statutes to obey. My truth the great design insures, I give myself away to you; You shall be mine, I will be yours, Your GOD unalterably true. Yet not unsought, or unimplored, The plenteous grace shall I confer; No -- your whole hearts shall seek the Lord, I'll put a praying spirit there. From the first breath of life divine, Down to the last expiring hour; The gracious work shall all be mine, Begun and ended in my pow'r. |