Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Love of a jealous kind, 10.

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LORD, why is this?! I trembling cried.
Will You pursue Your own to death?

thank You for laboring with me in love.
so meticulous, so kind
to make me Yours.

Tis in this way, the LORD replied,
I answer prayer for grace and strength.
These inward trials I now employ,
From self, and pride, to set you free;
And break your schemes of earthly joys,
Til you should find your all in Me.

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.

It was He who taught me thus to pray, and He, I trust, has answered my prayer!
But it has been in such a way as almost drove me to despair.

I'd 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.

Yea more with His own hand He seemed intent to aggravate my woe;
Crossed all the fair designs I'd schemed, capsized my heart.
God laid me low.

// John Newton

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