LYRIC
| Song | Is This The Kind Return |
| Album | Thanksgiving and Harvest Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer | Isaac Watts |
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| Tags | Is This The Kind Return |
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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 Mold Our Souls Afresh;
Break, Sovereign Grace, These Hearts Of Stone,
And Give Us Hearts Of Flesh.
Let Old In Gratitude
Provoke Our Weeping Eyes,
And Hourly As New Mercies Fall
Let Hourly Thanks Arise.
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