William Tansur - Turn, turn us, mighty God - текст песни (слова)

Is this the kind return,
 And these the thanks we owe,
 Thus to abuse eternal love,
 Whence all our blessings flow?
 
 To what a stubborn frame
 Has sin reduced our mind!
 What strange rebellious wretches we,
 And God as strangely kind!
 
 On us He bids the sun
 Shed his reviving rays;
 For us the skies their circles run,
 To lengthen out our days.
 
 The brutes obey their God,
 And bow their necks to men;
 But we, more base, more brutish things,
 Reject His easy reign.
 
 Turn, turn us mighty God,
 And mould our souls afresh;
 Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone,
 And give us hearts of flesh.
 
 Let old ingratitude
 Provoke our weeping eyes,
 And hourly as new mercies fall
 Let hourly thanks arise.