Though it long has thee resembled,
Henceforth it shall me obey :
Thus He spoke, while Satan trembled,
Gnash d his teeth, and fled away.
4 Thus my frantic soul He heal d,
Bid my sins and sorrows cease ;
" Take," said he, "my pardon sealed,
I have saved thee, go in peace."
Rather take me, Lord, to heaven,
Now thy love and grace I know ;
Since thou hast my sins forgiven,
Why should I remain below ?
5 " Love," he said, " will sweeten labours ;
Thou hast something yet to do ;
Go and tell your friends and neighbours
What my love has done for you ;
Live to manifest my glory >
Wait for heaven a little space :
Sinners, when they hear thy story,
Will repent and seek my face."
93.
The Ruler s Daughter raised.—Mark, v, 39-42.
1 COULD the creatures help or ease us
Seldom should we think of prayer ;
Few, if any, come to Jesus
Till reduced to self-despair :
Long we either slight or doubt him ;
But when all the means we try
Prove we cannot do without him,
Then at last to him we cry.
2 Thus the ruler, when his daughter
Suifer d much, though Christ was nigh,
Still deferr d it till he thought her
At the very point to die :
Though he mourn d for her condition,
He did not entreat the Lord
Till he found that no physician
But himself could help afford.
