On His Birthday, Hymn 25

O All-loving Lamb,
I call on Thy name,
Thy grace for my drooping companion I claim
Whose burden I bear,
And wrestle in prayer,
Till all Thy salvation to him Thou declare.

Thou know'st his distress
For the sense of Thy grace,
The permanent sight of Thy heavenly face:
His sorrow control,
Speak peace to his soul,
And pronounce him accepted, and perfectly whole.
If sometimes he believes,
And his Saviour receives,
Yet again overwhelm'd at Thy absence he grieves:
Allow his request,
For ever to rest,
For ever to lean on his Jesus's breast.
His suit is my own:

Myself I bemoan,
And doubly distress'd for the Comforter groan,
Till in us He reside,
And we fully confide
In the blood which we feel every moment applied.
O wouldst Thou appear
This moment to cheer
Thy mourners, and banish our trouble and fear!
In us, and in all
For the blessing who call,
The Witness implant, and redeem from our fall.
Thy kingdom restore
In the spirit of power,
That prays, and exults, and gives thanks evermore
Thy nature make known,
And perfect in one,
And receive us as gods to a share of Thy throne.