Is This the Kind Return

¹Is this the kind return,
And these the thanks we owe,
Thus to abuse eternal love,
Whence all our blessings flow?

²TO what a stubborn frame
Has sin reduc'd our mind!
What strange rebellious wretches we,
And God as strangely kind!

³On us he bids the sun
Shed his reviving rays,
For us the skies their circles run
To lengthen out our days.

⁴The brutes obey their God,
And bow their necks to men,
But we more base, more brutish things
Reject his easy reign.

⁵Turn, turn us, mighty God,
And mould our souls afresh,
Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone,
And give us hearts of flesh.

⁶Let old ingratitude
Provoke our weeping eyes,
And hourly as new mercies fall
Let hourly thanks arise.