For Unconverted Relations

Jesus, I at Thy throne appear,
For those who have not known Thy grace,
To me, alas, by nature near,
But far from Thee and righteousness!
As dead in trespasses to-day,
As I was yesterday, they rest:
But Tho hast stirr'd me up to pray,
And wilt accept Thine own request.

I ask for them the life of faith,
Who never sinn'd that deadly sin:
O could I snatch from second death,
Divinely wise their souls to win;
To time my every kind advice!
Or, if my words they will not hear,
To set my life before their eyes,
And in Thy character appear!
Help me to put Thy bowels on,
From proud contempt and anger free,
By meekest zeal to bear them down,
By faith and fervent charity:
To serve and succour them, and tend,
For evil benefits return,
And bear their manners to the end,
As Thou hast all my manners borne.
I now for their awakening stay,
And hoping against hope abide,
To see them cast their sins away,
And fall before The Crucified:
I trust Thine instrument to prove
For saving souls redeem'd by Thee:
But patience first and humble love
Must have its perfect work in me.