QUOTE : 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. I hoped that in some favored 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 every part. Yea more, with His own hand He seemed intent to aggravate my woe; Crossed all the fair designs I schemed, Blasted my gourds, 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.