The kine unguided went

The milch kine drawing the ark: Faith's surrender of all  by John Newton


 * The kine unguided went
 * By the directest road;
 * When the Philistines homeward sent
 * The ark of Israel's God.


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


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


 * He shed his precious blood
 * To make us his alone;
 * If washed in that atoning flood
 * We are no more our own.


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


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


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


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