God reserves certain blessings, and determines to bestow them only upon those who offer importunate prayer and practise self-denial. Yet where disciples fail, their Master succeeds. We may take the most desperate case to him; we may take our own.
How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin, how deep its stains!
And Satan binds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish chains.
But lo, we hear the Saviour call,
He comes to our relief:
We would believe thy promise, Lord,
Oh, help our unbelief.”
Stretch out thine arm, victorious King!
Our reigning sins subdue;
Drive the old dragon from his scat,
With all his hellish crew.
Shall we anger’s deep defilement
Cherish in despite of heaven?
Shall we spurn at reconcilement,
Who so oft have been forgiven?
If offence that folly gave us
Should our faith and patience try,
Like our Lord, who died to save us,
Let us meekly pass it by.