I
asked the Lord that I might grow
In
faith, and love, and every grace;
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 answered prayer!
But
it has been in such a way,
As
almost drove me to despair.
I
hoped that in some favored 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 every part.
Yea
more, with His own hand He seemed
Intent
to aggravate my woe;
Crossed
all the fair designs I schemed,
Blasted
my gourds, and laid me low.
Lord,
why is this, I trembling cried,
Wilt
thou pursue thy worm to death?
��Tis
in this way, the Lord replied,
I
answer prayer 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 may�st find thy all in Me.�