Isa_1:9
So wicked were they, that, but for the faithful few, God would have cursed the land as he did the cities of the plain. Oh, wretched plight of a favoured people. The Lord save our country from the same backsliding!
Oh, shall I never feel
The meltings of thy love?
Am I of such hell-harden’d steel
That mercy cannot move?
Chasten’d full sore I am,
And bruised in every part,
But judgments fail to break me down
And subjugate my heart.
Look on me, Lord of love!
O turn thy gracious eyes!
Then all my soul to penitence
Shall melt with sweet surprise.