I Asked the Lord That I Might Grow - Sovereign Grace Music, Bob Kauflin

I asked the Lord that I might grow

In faith and love, and ev’ry grace,

Might more of His salvation know,

And seek more earnestly His face.

'Twas He who taught me thus to pray,

And He, I trust, has answered prayer,

But it has been in such a way

As almost drove me to despair.

I hoped that in some favoured hour

At once He’d answer my request

And, by His love’s constraining pow’r,

Subdue my sins, and give me rest.

Instead of this, He made me feel

The hidden evils of my heart

And let the angry pow’rs of hell

Assault my soul, in ev’ry part.

Yea, more with His own hand He seemed

Intent to aggravate my woe,

Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,

Humbled my heart, and laid me low.

«Lord, why is this,» I trembling cried;

«Wilt Thou pursue Thy worm to death?»

«Tis in this way,» the Lord replied,

«I answer prayer for grace and faith.»

«These inward trials I employ

From self and pride to set thee free

And break thy schemes of earthly joy

That thou may’st find thy all in me.»

«And break thy schemes of earthly joy

That thou may’st find thy all in me.»