John Newton I Asked the Lord ,That i might grow In faith,and love,and every grace; Might ore of His salvation know, And seek more earnestly His face. I hoped that in some favoured hour At once He,d answer my request, And by His loves constrainingpower Subdue my sins,and give me rest. Instead of this,He made me feel The hidden evils of my heart; And let the angry powers of hell Assualt my soul in every part. Yea more,with His own hand He seemed Intent to aggravate my woe; Crossed all fair designs i schemed, Blasted my gourds,and laid me low. Lord,why is this?I trembling cried, Wilt tThou pursue Thy worm to death, Tis in this way,thev 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 mayst seek thyall in Me.