Hymn 12Ephraim RepentingJeremiah xxxi. 18–20My God! till I receiv’d thy stroke, How like a beast was I!So unaccustom’d 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 scorn’d And left the pleasant road;Yet turn me, and I shall be turn’d, Thou art the Lord my God.Is Ephraim banish’d from my thoughts, Or vile in my esteem?No, saith the Lord, with all his faults, I still remember him.Is he a dear and pleasant child? Yes, dear and pleasant still;Tho’ sin his foolish heart beguil’d, 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.