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My prayer to the promise shall cling —
I will not give heed to a doubt;
For I ask for the one needful thing,
Which I cannot be happy without.
A spirit of lowly repose
In the love of the Lamb that was slain,
A heart to be touched with his woes,
And a care not to grieve Him again —
The peace that my Savior has bought,
The cheerfulness nothing can dim,
The love that can bring every thought
Into perfect obedience to Him —
The wisdom his mercy to own
In the way he directs me to take, —
To glory in Jesus alone,
And to love, and do good for His sake.
All this Thou hast offered to me
In the promise whereon I will rest;
For faith, O my Savior, in Thee,
Is the substance of all my reqnest.
Thy word has commanded my prayer,
Thy Spirit has taught me to pray;
And all my unholy despair
Is ready to vanish away.
Thou wilt not be weary of me,
Thy promise my faith will sustain,
And soon, very soon, I shall see
That I have not been asking in vain.