This is one of the happiest incidents in the gloomy history of the ten tribes. It showed a tenderness little to be expected, and makes us the more deeply regret that they had not grace enough to throw down the calves, and turn unto the Lord. Fine actions are sometimes performed by ungodly men, just as one now and then sees a lovely rose blooming upon a dunghill.
Lord, we all look up to thee,
As one favoured family;
May all strife between us cease,
As we love thee, Prince of Peace.
Free from all that hearts divide,
Let us all in love abide;
All the power of grace express,
All the heights of holiness.