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.
T'was He who taught
me thus to pray,
And He I know 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 power
Subdue my sins and
give me rest.
Instead of this, He
made me feel
The hidden evils of
my heart;
And let the angry
powers of Hell
Assault my soul in
every part.
Yes! More! With His
own hand it seemed
Intent to aggravate
my woe;
Crossed all the fair
designs I'd schemed,
Blasted my gourds,
and made me low.
"Lord! Why is
this?" I trembling cried;
"Wilt Thou
pursue Thy worm to death?"
"Tis this
way" The Lord replied
"I answer for
grace and faith."
"These inward
trials I employ
From self and pride
to see thee free
And break thy
schemes of earthly joy
That thou mayest
seek thy ALL IN ME."