The Milch Kine Drawing the Ark: Faith’s Surrender of All

I

  The kine unguided went
  By the directest road,
When the Philistines homeward sent
  The ark of Israel’s God.

II

  Lowing they pass’d along
  And left their calves shut up;
They felt an instinct for their young,
  But would not turn or stop.

III

  Shall brutes, devoid of thought,
  Their Maker’s will obey;
And we, who by his grace are taught.
  More stubborn prove than they?

IV

  He shed his precious blood,
  To make us his alone;
If wash’d in that atoning flood,
  We are no more our own.

V

  If he his will reveal,
  Let us obey his call;
And think, whate’er the flesh may feel,
  His love deserves our all.

VI

  We should maintain in view
  His glory as our end;
Too much we cannot bear or do
  For such a matchless Friend.

VII

  His saints should stand prepared
  In duty’s path to run;
Nor count their greatest trials hard
  So that his will be done.

VIII

  With Jesus for our guide,
  The path is safe, though rough,
The promise says, “I will provide;”
  And faith replies, “Enough!”