1 Kind Souls, who for the Mis'ries moan
Of those who seldom mind their own;
But treat your Zeal with cold Disdain,
Resolv'd to make your Labours vain.
2 You whose sincere Affection tends,
To help your dear, ungrateful Friends,
Who think you Foes, or Mad, or Fools,
Because you fain would save their Souls.
3 Though deaf to ev'ry Warning giv,n,
They scorn to walk with you to Heav'n;
But ofthen think, and sometimes say,
They'll never go if that's the Way.
4 Though they the Spirit of God resist,
Or ridicule your Faith in Christ;
Tho' they blaspheme, oppose, contemn;
And hate you for your Love to them.
5 One secret Way is left you still,
To do them Good against their Will:
Here they can no Obstruction give;
You may do this without their Leave.
6 Fly to the Throne of Grace by Pray'r,
And pour out all your Wishes there:
Effectual fervent Pray'r prevails,
When ev'ry other Method fails.
|First Line:||Kind souls, who for the miseries moan|
|Title:||Praying for Relations|
|Topic:||Christian Consolation; Evening hymns|