English poem
Address to Deity for Success
by John Stanford (1754–1834)
Now, mighty God, thine arm reveal, Thy saving grace impart; These counsels and instructions seal To ev'ry reader's heart.
We plant and water all in vain, Unless thou dost afford The former and the latter rain, According to thy word.
Success depends on thee alone; To thee the praise was due, When David, with his sling and stone, The haughty champion slew.
So may this feeble effort prove Successful thro' thy grace, To turn abandon'd youths to love Thy name, and seek thy face.
Their minds inform, their hearts engage, And win them to obey, As they the unadorned page Attentively survey.
With thee, my God, I leave the whole; Now let thy mercy shine; If I may gain one precious soul The glory shall be thine.
Speak thou the all-commanding word, Thy quick'ning Spirit give; Thy voice alone, Almighty Lord, Can make the dead to live.
With anxious heart and feeble hand The gospel seed is sown; And while it's scattered o'er the land, O send thy blessing down.
O let some happy fruit appear, To thy eternal praise; This shall thy waiting servant cheer Through his remaining days.