CXXII. Backsliding Israel invited to return to GOD.

BACKSLIDING Israel, hear the Voice
Of thy forgiving GOD,
Nor force such Goodness to exert
The Terrors of the Rod.

Thus saith the LORD, "My Mercy flows
"An unexhausted Stream,
"And after all its Millions sav'd,
"Its Sway is still supreme.

"One Moment's Wrath with weighty Crush
"Might sink you quick to Hell;
"Yet Mercy points the happy Path,
"Where Life and Glory dwell.

"Own but the Follies thou hast done,
"And mourn thy Sins in Dust,
"And soon thy trembling Heart shall learn
"To hope and love and trust".

All-gracious GOD, thy Voice we own;
And, prostrate at thy Feet,
Our Souls in humble Silence wait
A Pardon there to meet.