Waiting for Help. Luke 16. 20, 21; Prov. 8. 34
J. Berridge C.M.
1
My business lies at Jesus’ gate,
Where many a Lazar comes;
And here I sue, and here I wait
For mercy’s falling crumbs.
2
My rags and wounds my wants proclaim,
And help from him implore;
The wounds do witness I am lame,
The rags that I am poor.
3
The Lord, I hear, the hungry feeds,
And cheereth souls distressed;
He loves to bind up broken reeds,
And heal a bleeding breast.
4
His name is Jesus, full of grace,
Which draws me to his door;
And will not Jesus show his face,
And bring his gospel store?
5
Supplies of every grace I want,
And each day want supply;
And if no grace the Lord will grant,
I must lie down and die.
