by John Newton, As once for Jonah, so the Lord
“ 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. ”
