Jesus, Who bought us
with His blood,
And makes our souls
His care;
Was known of old as
Israel’s God,
And answered Jabez’
prayer.
Jabez! a
child of grief! the
name
Befits poor sinners
well;
For Jesus bore the
cross and shame,
To save our souls
from hell.
Teach us, O Lord,
like him, to plead
For mercies from
above;
O come, and bless
our souls indeed,
With light, and joy,
and love.
The Gospel’s
promised land is
wide,
We fain would enter
in;
But we are pressed,
on every side,
With unbelief and
sin.
Arise; O Lord,
enlarge our coast,
Let us possess the
whole;
That Satan may no
longer boast
He can Thy work
control.
Oh, may Thine
hand be with us
still,
Our Guide and
Guardian be;
To keep us safe from
every ill,
Till death shall set
us free.
Help us on Thee
to cast our care,
And on Thy Word to
rest;
That Israel’s God,
Who heareth prayer,
Will grant us our
request.
