"The mountains shall depart, And the hills be removed, But My kindness shall not depart from you, Nor shall My covenant of peace be removed," Says the LORD, who has mercy on you.
Plough deep in me great Lord, heavenly husbandman, that my being may be a tilled field, the roots of grace spreading far and wide, until thou alone art seen in me, thy beauty golden like summer harvest, thy fruitfulness and autumn plenty.
From "The Valley of Vision: A collection of Puritan Prayers and Devotions".