My God! till I received thy stroke

EPHRAIM repenting by William Cowper

My God! till I received thy stroke,
How like a beast was I!
So unaccustomed to the yoke,
So backward to comply.

With grief my just reproach I bear,
Shame fills me at the thought;
How frequent my rebellions were!
What wickedness I wrought!

Thy merciful restraint I scorned
And left the pleasant road;
Yet turn me, and I shall be turned,
Thou art the Lord my God.

Is Ephraim banished from my thoughts,
Or vile in my esteem?
No, saith the LORD, with all his faults,
I shall remember him.

Is he a dear and pleasant child?
Yes, dear and pleasant still;
Though sin his foolish heart beguiled,
And he withstood my will.

My sharp rebuke has laid him low,
He seeks my face again;
My pity kindles at his woe,
He shall not seek in vain.