THE PRAYER OF JABEZ
1 Chron. 4: 10

LORD, I would make this prayer my own,
'While humbly prostrate at thy throne;
Against my foes, a swelling flood,
Lift thou a standard, mighty God.

I daily feel the plague of sin;
Corruptions rise and rage within;
O! Keep me, in each trying hour,
Safe from the tempter's wily power.

I tread this wilderness alone,
And friend or counsellor I've none;
Or, like the lonely sparrow, sit,
And mourn the days that once were sweet.

Return, my soul, unto thy rest;
While Jesus lives I must be blest;
Darkness and light shall, by his will.
Work good from every seeming ill.

Still may my grateful heart record
The mercies of my Saviour God,
And point to souls, oppress'd with grief,
The way to comfort and relief.

A SOLITARY ONE.