7 Seek ye the Lord while yet his ear
is open to your call;
while offer'd mercy still is near,
before his footstool fall.
8 Let sinners quit their evil ways,
their evil thoughts forego,
and God, when they to him return,
returning grace will show.
9 He pardons with o’erflowing love:
for, hear the voice divine!
My nature is not like to yours,
nor like your ways are mine:
10 But far as heav’n’s resplendent orbs
beyond earth’s spot extend,
as far my thoughts, as far my ways,
your ways and thoughts transcend.
11 And as the rains from heav’n distil,
nor thither mount again,
but swell the earth with fruitful juice,
and all its tribes sustain:
12 So not a word that flows from me
shall ineffectual fall;
but universal nature prove
obedient to my call.
13 With joy and peace shall then be led
the glad converted lands;
the lofty mountains then shall sing,
the forests clap their hands.
14 Where briers grew ‘midst barren wilds,
shall firs and myrtles spring;
and nature, through its utmost bounds,
eternal praises sing.
Source: The Irish Presbyterian Hymbook #R26b