"Is not My word, saith the Lord, like a hammer that breaketh the rock in
pieces?"--Jeremiah xxiii. 29.
Sledge of the Lord, beneath whose stroke,
The rooks are rent, the heart is broke,
I hear thy pond'rous echoes ring,
And fall a crush'd and crumbled thing.
Meekly these mercies I implore,
Through Him Whose Cross, our sorrows, bore:
On earth, Thy new-creating grace;
In heaven, the very lowest place.
Oh, might I be a living stone,
Set in the pavement of Thy throne;
For sinner saved, what place so meet,
As, at the Saviour's bleeding feet.
RIVERSIDE, September 19, 1849.