As once for Jonah, so the Lord
The gourd by John Newton
- As once for Jonah, so the Lord
- To soothe and cheer my mournful hours,
- Prepared for me a pleasing gourd,
- Cool was its shade, and sweet its flow'rs.
- To prize his gift was surely right;
- But through the folly of my heart,
- It hid the Giver from my sight,
- And soon my joy was changed to smart.
- While I admired its beauteous form,
- Its pleasant shade and graceful fruit;
- The LORD, displeased, sent forth a worm,
- Unseen, to prey upon the root.
- I trembled when I saw it fade,
- But guilt restrained the murm'ring word;
- 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.