There is a period known to God When all his sheep redeemed by blood Shall leave the hateful ways of sin Trun to the fold, and enter in At peace with hell, with God at war In sin's dark maze they wander far Indulge their lusts and still go on As far from God as sheep can run But see how heav'n's indulgent care Attends their wand'rings here and there Still near at hand, where'er they stray With piercing thorns to hedge their way When wisdom calls they stop their ear And headlong urge the mad career Judgments nor mercies ne'er can sway Their roving feet to wisdom's way Glory to God--they ne'er shall rove Beyond the limits of his love; Fenced with Jehovah's shalls and wills Firm as the everlasting hills Th' appointed time rolls on apace Not to promise, but call by grace To change the heart, renew the will And turn their feet to Zion's hill