Classic Poem

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 ensures,
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 I shall 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 power.'