“If I but lift mine eyes, my suit is made:
Thou canst no more not hear than thou canst die.”
GEORGE HERBERT
CHILDREN of God! in all your need,
Remember him who died for you;
Ye suppliants! think, whene'er you plead,
The Lord of love is pleading too.
Nor pleads in vain-the Father hears
The voice of his beloved Son;
'Tis music in Jehovah's ears:
He pleads, and lo! the suit is won.
“Father, forgive them!" Jesus cried,
When bleeding on th' accursed tree:
“Bless, bless them, LORD, for this I died!”
Is still his all-prevailing plea.
Come, brethren, then; our feeblest prayer,
Perfumed with Jesus' blessed name,
Is heard on high, is treasured there,
And all that heaven can give may claim.
From everlasting we are his,
In love's eternal counsel given;
And he himself our portion is,
The glory of our promised heaven.