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“ THOU ART MY PORTION, O LORD!”
God of my life, to Thee I call,
Afficted at Thy feet I fall;
When the great waterfloods prevail,
Leave not my trembling heart to fail !
Friend of the friendless and the faint ! Where should I lodge my deep complaint ? Where but with Thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor?
Did ever mourner plead with Thee,
And Thou refuse that mourner's plea ?
Does not that word still fixed remain,
That none shall seek Thy face in vain ?
That were a grief I could not bear,
Didst Thou not hear and answer prayer ;
But a prayer-hearing, answering God,
Supports me under every load.
Fair is the lot that's cast for me,
I have an Advocate with Thee ;
They whom the world caresses most,
Have no such privilege to boast.
Poor though I am, despised, forgot,
Yet God, my God, forgets me not ;
And he is safe, and must succeed,
For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.
“ ASK, AND IT SHALL BE GIVEN You.”
What various hindrances we meet
In coming to a mercy-seat !
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer,
But wishes to be often there?
Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw,
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw,
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.
Restraining prayer, we cease to fight ;
Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright;
And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
While Moses stood with arms spread wide,
Success was found on Israel's side;
But when through weariness they failed,
That moment Amalek prevailed.
Have you no words ? ah ! think again,
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow-creature's ear
With the sad tale of all your care.
Were half the breath thus vainly spent,
To heaven in supplication sent,
Your cheerful song would oftener be,
“ Hear what the Lord has done for me."
“ BUT YE HAVE RECEIVED THE SPIRIT OF ADOPTION.”
No strength of Nature can suffice
To serve the Lord aright ;
And what she has she misapplies,
For want of clearer light.
How long beneath the law I lay
In bondage and distress ;
And toiled, the precept to obey,
But toiled without success.
Then, to abstain from outward sin
Was more than I could do ;
Now, if I feel its power within,
I feel I hate it too.
Then, all my servile works were done
A righteousness to raise ;
Now, freely chosen in the Son,
I freely choose His ways.