Complaint of Ingratitude

Verse 1

Is this the kind return, Are these the thanks we owe, Thus to abuse eternal love, Whence all our blessings flow?

Verse 2

To what a stubborn frame Has sin reduced our mind! What strange rebellious wretches we, And God as strangely kind!

Verse 3

Turn, turn us, mighty God, And mold our souls afresh; Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone, And give us hearts of flesh.