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!”