A Song of Praise for Answer of Prayer

WHat are the Heav'ns, O God of Heaven!
Thou art more bright, more high;
What are bright Stars, and brighter Saints,
To thy bright Majesty!
Thou'rt far above the Songs of Heav'n,
Sung by the Holy Ones;
And dost thou stoop and bow thine Ear
To a poor Sinners groans.

God minds the Language of my Heart,
My Groans and Sighs he hears;
He hath a Book for my Request,
A Bottle for my Tears:
But did not my dear Saviour's Blood,
First wash away their Guilt;
My Sighs would prove but empty Air,
My Tears would all be spilt.

Lord, thine Eternal Spirit was
My Advocate within;
But O! my Smoak joyn'd with thy Flame,
My Prayer was mixt with Sin:
But then Christ was my Altar, and
My Advocate above;
His Blood did clear my Prayer, and gain'd
An Answer full of Love.

It could not be that thou shouldst hear
A Mortal sinful Worm;
But that my Prayers presented are
In a more glorious Form:
Christ's precious Hands took my Requests,
And turn'd my Dross to Gold;
His Blood put warmth into my Prayers,
Which were by Nature cold.

Thou heard'st my Groans for Jesus sake,
Whom thou dost hear always;
Lord, hear through that prevailing Name,
My Voice of Joy and Praise.