The Milch Kine Drawing the Ark: Faith’s Surrender of All

The kine unguided went By the directest road, When the Philistines homeward sent The ark of Israel’s God.

Lowing they pass’d 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 wash’d 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!”