THE GOLDEN HOUR

If Solomon for wisdom pray’d,
The Lord before had made him wise;
Else he another choice had made,
And ask’d for what the worldlings prize.

Thus he invites his people still;
He first instructs them how to choose,
Then bids them ask whate’er they will
Assured that He will not refuse.

And dost thou say, “Ask what thou wilt?”
Lord, I would seize the golden hour;
I pray to be releas’d from guilt,
And freed from sin and Satan’s pow’r.

More of thy presence, Lord, impart,
More of thine image let me bear;
Erect thy throne within my heart,
And reign without a rival there.

Give me to read my pardon seal’d,
And from thy joy to draw my strength:
To have thy boundless love reveal’d
In all its height, and breadth, and length.

Grant these requests, I ask no more,
But to thy care the rest resign;
Sick, or in health, or rich, or poor,
All shall be well if thou art mine.

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