The TILLING of the Heart.. Ezek. xxxvi. 9. I will turn unto you, and ye shall be tilled and sown. EPIG. 27. MINE heart's a field, thy cross a plough: le pleas'd, Fit for the seeding of thy word: then sow, So now methinks I find And mine affections stir towards things above : If it were till'd as it should be, 2. Great husbandman, whose pow'r And do what likes thee best, Let not thy field, my heart, lie by, and rest; That spring of their own seeds: Break Cordis Agrum crucis ja tue proscindal Aratram, Cui verbi inspergas Semina Sponse tui. The TILLING of the HEART Lord, with thy Plow break up this Heart of mine, And fit it to receive the Seed divine. 3. Break up my fallow ground, That there may not a clod be found Apply thy plough betime: now, now begin 4. Corruption's rooted deep, Showers of repentant tears must steep It must be stirr'd, and turn'd, not once, but oft. 5. Or, if it be thy will To teach me, let me learn the skill The profit will be mine, and 'tis my part If fit for nothing else, yet thou 6. Which of thy ploughs thou wilt, Ploughs fit to tear mine heart to pieces small : Each weed, turn'd under, hides its head, 7. But, Lord, thy blessed passion And leave no room for sin. The |