I asked the Lord...

I asked the Lord that I might grow,
In faith and love and every grace.
Might more of His salvation know,
And seek more earnestly His face.

‘Twas He who taught me thus to pray,
And He I trust has answered prayer.
But it has been in such a way,
As almost drove me to despair.

I hoped that in some favored hour,
At once He’d answer my request.
And by his love’s constraining power,
Subdue my sins and give me rest.

Instead of this He made me feel,
The hidden evils of my heart.
And let the angry powers of Hell,
Assault my soul in every part.

Yea more with His own hand He seemed
Intent to aggravate my woe.
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Cast out my feelings, laid me low.

“Lord, why is this?” I trembling cried!
“Wilt Thou pursue thy worm to death?”
“Tis in this way,” The Lord replied,
“I answer prayer for grace and faith.”

“These inward trials I employ,
From self and pride to set thee free!
And break Thy schemes of earthly joy,
That thou may find thy all in me.
That thou may find thy all in me.

Words by John Newton/Laura Taylor