"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.

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