I asked the Lord that I might grow In faith and love and every 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 favored hour At once He'd answer my request And by His love's constraining power 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 every 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 "Will 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 you free And break thy schemes of earthly joy That thou may'st find your all in Me"