The Plain SONGS OF THE Pious HUSBANDMAN; In the Work of his Husbandry, and the House of his Pilgrimage

My Heart, how very Hard its grown! Thicken'd and stiffen'd Clay: Daily trod by the Wicked One; Of Sin the Beaten Way. An Heart, wherein compacted Weeds Of Diverse Lusts abound; No Entrance for the Heavenly Seeds, Falling on such a Ground! O my Almighty SAVIOUR, come; Thy Word's a wondrous Plow: And let thy SPIRIT drive it home; This Heart, Oh! Break it so! Lord, let my Broken Heart receive Thy Truth with Faith and Love: May it a Just Reception give To what falls from Above. Will my GOD Plow upon a Rock! Change thou the Soyl, my Lord! My Heart once by thy Plow-share broke, Will Entertain thy Word.