Verse 1
For the sick of sin we plead,
And wrestle in thy name,
Thro’ thy Spirit intercede,
And life and pardon claim:
What we ask in faith, we have;
Thou dost the prostrate souls restore;
Witnessing thy power to save
They rise, and sin no more.
Verse 2
But are outward wonders ceas’d,
And seen no more below?
Shall the Babylonish priest,
Or madman answer, No?
Fly the legendary tales,
Away with wild delusion’s dream!
Still the truth of God prevails,
And still we trust in Him.
Verse 3
If the ancient faith Thou give,
Th’ almighty Cause restore,
Wilt thou not the work revive
Of thy stupendous power?
Known are all thy works to Thee;
Our only prayer, O Lord, is this,
Let thy will accomplish’d be
In our eternal bliss.