Jesus, who bought us with His blood, And makes our souls His care; Was known of old as Israel’s God, And answered Jabez’ prayer. Jabez! a child of grief! the name Befits poor sinners well; For Jesus bore the cross and shame, To save our souls from hell. Teach us, O Lord, like him, to plead For mercies from above; O come, and bless our souls indeed, With light, and joy, and love. The Gospel’s promised land is wide, We fain would enter in; But we are pressed, on every side, With unbelief and sin. Arise; O Lord, enlarge our coast, Let us possess the whole; That Satan may no longer boast He can Thy work control. Oh, may Thine hand be with us still, Our Guide and Guardian be; To keep us safe from every ill, Till death shall set us free. Help us on Thee to cast our care, And on Thy Word to rest; That Israel’s God, who heareth prayer, Will grant us our request. |