XXVI. A Song of Praise for Answer of Prayer.
1
What are the Heav'ns, O God of Heaven?
Thou art more bright, more High.
What are bright Stars, and brighter Saints
To thy bright Majesty?
Th'art far above the Songs of Heaven
Sung by thy Holy Ones.
And dost thou Stoop and Bow thine Ear
To a poor Sinners Groans?
2
God minds the Language of my Heart,
My Groans and Sighs he hears.
He hath a Book for my Requests,
A Bottle for my Tears.
But did not my dear Saviours blood
First wash away their Guilt,
My Sighs would prove but empty Air,
My Tears would all be Spilt.
3
Lord, thine Eternal Spirit was
My Advocate within;
But O! my Smoke joyn'd with thy Flame,
My Prayer was mixt with Sin,
But then Christ was my Altar, and
My Advocate above,
His blood did clear my Prayer, and gain'd
An Answer full of Love.
4
It could not be that thou shouldst Hear
A Mortal sinful VVorm.
But that my Prayers presented are
In a more glorious Form.
Christs precious Hands took my Requests,
And turn'd my dross to Gold;
His blood put warmth into my Prayers,
VVhich were by Nature cold.
5
Thou heard'st my Groans for Jesus sake,
VVhom thou dost Hear alwayes.
Lord, Hear through that prevailing Name
My Voice of Joy and Praise.
