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Encourag'd by thy word

Author: Newton Hymnal: The Choice #S62 (1833)

Encourag'd by thy word

Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Original and Selected, for the Use of Christians. (5th ed.) #S25 (1838) Meter: 6.8 Topics: The Beggar's Prayer Languages: English

Encourag'd by thy word

Hymnal: A Choice Collection of Hymns, in which are some never before printed #XCVII (1782) Languages: English

Encourag'd by thy word

Hymnal: The New and Improved Camp Meeting Hymn Book #28 (1830)

Hymnal: The New and Improved Camp Meeting Hymn Book; being a choice selection of hymns from the most approved authors designed to aid in the public and private devotion of Christians (4th ed. Stereotype) #28 (1836)

Encourag'd by thy word of promise to the poor

Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book, compiled and published at the request of the Miami Christian Conference #36 (1829) Topics: Penitential Languages: English

Encourag'd by thy word

Hymnal: A Choice Selection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Designed to Aid in the Devotions of Prayer, Conference, and Camp-Meetings #80 (1836) Languages: English

The Beggar's Prayer

Hymnal: Divine Hymns, or Spiritual Songs #136 (1800) First Line: Encourag'd by thy word Lyrics: 1 Encourag'd by thy word, Of promise to the poor, Behold a beggar, Lord, Waits at thy mercy door; No hand, no heart, dear Lord but thine, Can help or pity wants like mine. 2 The beggar's usual plea, Relief from men to gain, If offer'd unto thee I know thou wouldst disdain: But those which move thy gracious ear, Are such as men would scorn to hear. 3 I have no right to say That tho' I now am poor, Yet once there was a day When I possessed more; Thou knowest from my very birth, I've been the poorest wretch on earth. 4 Nor dare I to profess, As beggars often do, Tho' great is my distress, My faults have been but few; If thou shouldst leave my soul to starve, It would be what I should deserve. 5 Nor dare I to pretend I never begg'd before, And if thou now befriend, I'll trouble thee no more; Thou often hast reliev'd my pain, And often I must come again. 6 Tho' crumbs are much too good For such a wretch as I, No less that children's food My soul can satisfy; O do not frown and bid me go; I must have all thou canst bestow. 7 Nor can I willing be, Thy bounties to conceal From others, who like me, Their wants and hunger feel; I'll tell them of thy mercy's store, And try to send a thousand more. 8 Thy ways, thou only wise, Our thot's and ways transcend, Far as the arched skies Above this earth extend: Such pleas as mine men would not bear; But God receives a beggar's prayer. Languages: English