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302 7 Though I am but a worm, Unworthy of his care, The Lord will my desire perform, And grant me all my pray'r.

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, &quot; It is good for my soul to be here.&quot;