7 Lord, make us truly wise,
To choose thy people s lot,
And earthly joys despise,
Which soon will be forgot :
The greatest evil we can fear,
Is to possess our portion here !
106.
The importunate Widow.[1]—Luke, xviii, 1-7.
1 OUR Lord, who knows full well
The heart of every saint,
Invites us, by a parable.
To pray and never faint.
2 He bows his gracious ear,
We never plead in vain ;
Yet we must wait till he appear,
And pray, and pray again.
3 Though unbelief suggest,
Why should we longer wait ?
He bids us never give him rest,
But be importunate.
4 Twas thus a widow poor,
Without support or friend,
Beset the unjust judge s door,
And gain d, at last, her end.
5 For her he little cared,
As little for the laws ;
Nor god nor man did he regard,
Yet he espoused her cause.
6 She urged him day and night,
Would no denial take ;
At length he said, " I ll do her right,
For my own quiet s sake."
7 And shall not Jesus hear
His chosen when they cry ?
- ↑ Book ii, Hymn 60.
