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(The Saviour of the World, Vol III Book IV Poem LVII)

Good Lord, instruct us while we pore

Upon Thy Kingdom’s lore!

We know,—the King can raise the dead;
That, multitudes He nourished
On such small store as scarce could feed
One hungry lad; we know, indeed,
How tempests but display His power—
If all help faileth, then His hour,

When a man’s need is sore!

We know,—Thy kingdom is a prize

For him will energize:

A man must diligent seek to find,
Bring eager heart and zealous mind,
And potent faith that can receive
Hard sayings, mysteries, believe;
That done,—Thy kingdom spreads apace
In its own strength; hath filled the place

When we lift up our eyes!

Lord, draw us in Thy Kingdom’s net,
Nor let us Thy Good Words forget!