Classic Poem

1. Here, Lord, retired, I bow in prayer. Refresh my
2. Without this grace, I strive in vain, O God, re-
soul my heart prepare To preach thy word with
vive thy saints again; Convince poor sinners
power divine; If I succeed, the praise be thine.
of their case, Cause them to seek thy pardoning grace.

3. Draw thousands to thy mercy seat;
Their hearts renew their sins remit;
Fill them with joy of faith and love
To serve on earth, to praise above.

4. In tears I sow the precious seed;
Cause it to spring my work succeed.
With souls reward my work of love;
Then take me to thyself above.