Might more of his salvation know, and seek more earnestly his face.
‘Twas he who taught me thus to pray, and he, I trust has answer’d pray’r;
But it has been in such a way, as almost drove me to despair.
I hop’d that in some favour’d hour, at once he’d answer my request:
And by his love’s constraining pow’r, subdue my sins, and give me rest.
Instead of this. he made me feel the hidden evils of my heart;
And let the angry pow’rs of hell assault my soul in ev’ry part.
Yea more, with his own hand he seem’d intent to aggravate my woe;
Cross’d all the fair designs I schem’d, blasted my gourds, and laid me low.
Lord, why is this, I trembling cry’d, wilt thou pursue thy worm to death?”
‘Tis in this way,” the Lord reply’d, “I answer pray’r for grace and faith.
These inward trials I employ, from self and pride to set thee free;
And break thy schemes of earthly joy, that thou mayst seek thy all in me.”