The Church's Request

1 The little flock, on Zion's hill,
In happy union blest,
Implore their great Redeemer, still
To grant them one request.

2 Distinguish'd mercy found a place,
And let the flock to rest:
Head of thy church, we seek thy face,
To grant us one request.

3 Thy sovereign favours, freely giv'n,
Our hearts have deep imprest;
Still hear our pray'r, indulgent Heav'n,
And grant us one request.

4 While some are gather'd to the fold,
By mercy's high behest,
Do thou our infant state behold,
And grant us one request.

5 With thoughtless souls, and anxious mind
Thy courts are daily prest;
That each a portion here may find,
O grant us this request.

6 A faithful pastor, Lord, prepare;
'Twas Jesus' great bequest;
For this we raise our ceaseless prayer:
O grant this one request.

7 Then shall our grateful hearts adore
Thine interposing love;
This gift bestow'd, we'll grieve no more,
But wait the joys above.


Source: Society hymns, original and selected on evangelical and experimental subjects #II