The Christian 's Wants.

I WANT a heart to pray, To pray and never cease; Never to murmur at thy stay, Or wish my suff 'rings less.

This blessing above all, Always to pray, I want; Out of the deep on thee to call, And never, never faint.

I want a true regard, A single steady aim, Unmov'd by threat'ning or reward— To thee, and thy great name. A jealous, just concern, For thine immortal praise; A pure desire, that all may learn And glorify thy grace.

I want with all my heart Thy pleasure to fulfill; To know myself, and what thou art, And what thy perfect will.

I want, I know not what; I want my wants to see: I want, alas! what want I not, When thou art not in me?