809.
[Surrounded, sunk in deepest night]
We cannot order our speech by reason of, &c.
—xxxvii. 19.
Surrounded, sunk in deepest night,
To God how can I speak aright,
In order all my wants declare,
Or offer an accepted prayer?
Alas, I know not what to say,
I know not how to plead or pray,
Unless He hears His Spirit's groan,
And God replies, It is My Son!
With darkness palpable oppress'd,
Father, I would Thy grace request;
But what, and when, and how I leave,
And wait Thy time and way to give:
I neither speech nor utterance find,
But, Lord, Thou know'st Thy Spirit's mind,
Thou know'st my Surety on the tree,
And all He purchased there for me.
