God's Word comp. to a Hammer

ROcks they are hard to work upon,
Yea, 'gainst a mighty Hand;
The hardest Flint or Pebble-stone
Whole, long it cannot stand.

If thou, O Lord, art pleas'd to take
The Hammer up and strike,
Thou wilt Impression quickly make,
Though none can do the like.

There's none can break our flinty Rock
Besides thy self alone;
Alas, our power is too weak
To break such hearts of stone!

What can the Hammer do, O Lord,
Thou the great Agent art;
The Instrument, that is thy Word,
O smite upon the heart,

And make it yield! and square it then
For thy own bless'd design;
Thy Image on it, Lord, cut out
Most holy and divine;

And fit it for thy building too,
O set it in its place,
And life infuse into it so
That it may shine with Grace.

The Second Part.

O let it be well polished,
And it also unite
Unto thy building, there to be
A Jasper-stone most bright,

That it may suit and well agree
With the Foundation stone,
Which is of Gold, no Diamond
More glorious ever shone;

And then shall we, when thus we be
Into thy Building laid,
Have cause to sing unto our King
By thy eternal aid.

This Hammer of thy blessed Word
Must drive the Nail quite home,
Or else Convictions will not stick
Whenever they do come:

The Precept, Lord, will not abide,
Nor Promise fast'ned be;
Nor no Conviction last in us,
Until drove home by thee:

But since we find they fasten'd are,
Let us sing forth thy Praise;
And since thy Word so precious is,
Let us its Glory raise.