There is a period known to God
When all His sheep, redeemed by blood Shall leave the hateful
ways of sin Turn to the fold and enter in At peace with hell,
with God at war In sin's dark maze they wander far Indulge
their lust and still go on As far from God as sheep can run
But see how God's indulgent care Attempts their wanderings here
and there Still tracking them wherever they stray With piercing
thorns to hedge their way When wisdom calls, they stop their
ear and headlong seek Judgments and mercies can never
sway Their roving feet to wisdom's way Glory to God, they never
shall roam Beyond the limits of His love The appointed time rolls on apace
To call effectually by His grace To change the heart, renew the
will And turn the feet to Zion's hail