For an Unconverted Husband

Searcher of hearts, to Thee I fly,
In doubly deep distress apply
For help to Thee alone:
I want to feel Thy pardoning love,
I want my partner's heart to prove
That mystic peace unknown.

Thy goodness form'd, and turn'd his mind,
Thou mad'st him generous, just, and kind;
Yet O, incarnate God,
Through Thee escaped the gulf of vice,
In nature's deadly sleep he lies,
Nor pants to feel Thy blood.

Thou know'st, if not a foe profess'd,
A stranger to Thy cross, at rest
Without Thy grace he lives;
Thoughtless of death and judgment near,
His joy, his good, his portion here
Contented he receives.

Saviour, his slumbering spirit call,
Awake, upraise him from his fall,
And show the fountain nigh:
Ah, give him now himself to see,
To feel his need of faith and Thee,
And then his need supply.

Till he awakes I cannot rest,
Or bless'd myself be singly bless'd,
To him so closely join'd,
Flesh of his flesh, bone of his bone;
Thyself of twain hast made us one
In will, and heart, and mind.

O might we one become in Thee,
The great mysterious unity
Of sacred wedlock prove,
To Sion hand in hand repair,
And fitted for Thy presence, share
The marriage-feast above.