We Are His Husbandry
You DRENCH the plowed ground with rain,MELTING THE CLODS and LEVELING THE RIDGES. You SOFTEN THE EARTH with showers and bless its ABUNDANT CROPS .
A truism at its best, we are God's tillage
"Ye are God's husbandry "by sovereign choice His acreage
By His bloody sweat, He's reclaimed every rood
Electing love has timely purchased us, not by corruptible silver or gold
Every clod of earth has felt from the heart of love, drips of blood!
Aforetime we laid bare and barren, future bleak and oblique
Yet by deep lines of grace He’s laid a hedge, declaring us unique
Thus the wasteland of lustful thistles and accursed thorns of sin
Has by His Spirit felt the ploughshare of conviction deep within
Dry and crumbly earth blown about by every wind of doctrine
The Lord has made bright clouds, wet and compacted them by genial showers of rain !
The Lord keeps it, lest any hurt it, night and day
He prunes off the briars and brambles and casts the tares away
Yea "He makes it soft with showers, blesses the springing thereof "
Even as the seed of the Gospel sprouts, He gives it a body you know not of
Thus it can be said "He hath clothed me with garments of salvation "
And "Cause righteousness and praise to spring forth before all nations. "
But the world is a waste, and He looks nothing from it
Barrenness suits the moorland, to a farm it would be great discredit As love looks for returns of love, grace demands gracious fruit
To His vineyard He’s shown great expenditure of cost and thought
Shall we cast a slur upon His goodness by bringing all these to naught?
Lest He takes away the hedge thereof, break down the wall and leave us fallow in a miry pit!