CXXIX. Jeremiah's Tears over the captive Flock.

FLOW on, my Tears, in rising Streams,
Ye briny Fountains, flow;
While haughty Sinners steel their Hearts,
Nor will Jehovah know.

The Flock of GOD is captive led
In Satan's heavy Chains;
Led to the Borders of the Pit,
Where endless Horror reigns.

Look back, ye Captives, and invoke
Jehovah's saving Aid;
Give him the Glory of his Name,
Whose Hand your Nature made.

O turn, e'er yet your erring Feet
On Death's dark Mountain fall;
Cry, and your gentle Shepherd's Ear
Will hearken to your Call.

Then shall those Hearts with Pleasure spring
Which now in Sorrow melt;
And deep Repentance yield a Joy
Proud Guilt hath never felt.

Almighty Grace, exert thy Pow'r,
And turn these Slaves of Sin;
And, when they bring thy Tribute due,
Shall their own Bliss begin.