CLXXXI. The Faith of the Syrophenician Woman recommended.

ALL-conqu'ring Faith, how high it rose,
When Heav'n itself might seem t'oppose!
All-gracious Lord, who didst appear
Most merciful, when most severe!

Thus at thy Feet our Souls would fall,
And loudly thus for Mercy call;
"Thou Son of David, Pity shew,
"And save us from th' infernal Foe".

Tho' viler than the Brutes we be,
Our longing Eyes would wait on thee,
Who dost to Dogs this Grace afford
To taste the Crumbs beneath thy Board.

But thou the humble Soul wilt raise,
And all its Sorrows turn to Praise:
Each self-abasing broken Heart
Shall with thy Children share a Part.