7 Though I am but a worm,
Unworthy of his care,
The Lord will my desire perform,
And grant me all my pray'r.
25.
Rejoice the Soul of thy Servant.
1 WHEN my pray rs are a burden and task.
No wonder I little receive ;
Lord, make me willing to ask,
Since thou art so ready to give :
Although I am bought with thy blood,
And all thy salvation is mine,
At a distance from thee, my chief good.
I wander and languish and pine.
2 Of thy goodness of old, when I read,
To those who were sinners like me,
Why may I not wrestle and plead,
With them a partaker to be ?
Thine arm is not shorten d since then,
And those who believe in thy name
Ever find thou art Yea and Amen,
Through all generations the same.
3 While my spirit within me is press d
With sorrow, temptation, and fear,
Like John I would flee to thy breast,
And pour my complaints in thine ear :
How happy and favour d was he
Who could on thy bosom repose !
Might this favour be granted to me,
I'd smile at the rage of my foes.
4 I have heard of thy wonderful name,
How great and exalted thou art ;
But ah ! I confess to my shame,
It faintly impresses my heart :
The beams of thy glory display,
As Peter once saw thee appear ;
That, transported like him, I might say,
" It is good for my soul to be here."
