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75. As once for Jonah, so the Lord
Hymn 75
As once for Jonah, so the Lord To soothe and cheer my mournful hours, Prepared for me a pleasing gourd, Cool was its shade, and sweet its flow’rs.
To prize his gift was surely right; But through the folly of my heart, It hid the Giver from my sight, And soon my joy was changed to smart.
While I admired its beauteous form, Its pleasant shade and graceful fruit; The LORD, displeased, sent forth a worm, Unseen, to prey upon the root.
I trembled when I saw it fade, But guilt restrained the murm’ring word; My folly I confessed, and prayed, Forgive my sin, and spare my gourd.
His wondrous love can ne’er be told, He heard me and relieved my pain; His word the threat’ning worm controlled, And bid my gourd revive again.
Now, Lord, my gourd is mine no more, ’Tis thine, who only couldst it raise; The idol of my heart before, Henceforth shall flourish to thy praise.