The kine unguided went <br />By the directest road; <br />When the Philistines homeward sent <br />The ark of Israel's God. <br /> <br />Lowing they passed along, <br />And left their calves shut up; <br />They felt an instinct for their young, <br />But would not turn or stop. <br /> <br />Shall brutes, devoid of thought, <br />Their Maker's will obey; <br />And we, who by his grace are taught, <br />More stubborn prove than they? <br /> <br />He shed his precious blood <br />To make us his alone; <br />If washed in that atoning flood <br />We are no more our own. <br /> <br />If he his will reveal, <br />Let us obey his call; <br />And think whate'er the flesh may feel, <br />His love deserves our all. <br /> <br />We should maintain in view <br />His glory, as our end; <br />Too much we cannot bear, or do, <br />For such a matchless friend. <br /> <br />His saints should stand prepared <br />In duty's path to run; <br />Nor count their greatest trials hard, <br />So that his will be done. <br /> <br />With Jesus for our guide, <br />The path is safe though rough <br />The promise says, I will provide, <br />And faith replies, Enough!<br /><br />John Newton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-milch-kine-drawing-the-ark-faith-s-surrender-of-all/
