PRAYER FOR DELIVERANCE.
By A. L. Guilford
MAKE haste, O God, and help us now,
Before thy throne we suppliants bow;
O, hear our feeble cries we pray,
Nor do thou turn in wrath away.
In troubles deep, temptations sore,
'Mid toil and danger now we find,
A wild and surging sea before,
And foes are pressing hard behind. Satan his host is leading forth,
From east, from west, from north and south,
To overwhelm the saints of God;—
He fain would lay them 'neath the sod,
And now ascending to the throne,
Is going forth the earnest cry,—
Oh! look upon the tears we've sown,
Oh! save us Lord, or else we die. Have pity on thy people, Lord,
According to thy gracious word;
Trouble the camp of Satan's host,
So all in vain will be their boast.
O, God of Israel, be to us
Our strength, our light, our faithful guide;
So moving forth, and only thus
We can the stormy sea outride. Give not thy chosen to reproach,
Have mercy on thy remnant church;
O'ercoming grace O, wilt thou yield;
From Satan's power O, wilt thou shield.
And when his host is raging near
And pressing on the unhallowed strife;
O'er us a covering wilt thou rear,
And crown us with eternal life.
A. L. GUILFORD.
Monroe, Wis.