BELIEVER
I: Come my soul and let us try
For a little season,
Every burden to lay by
Come and let us reason.

What is this that casts you down?
Who are those that grieve you?
Speak and let the worst be known;
Speaking may relieve thee.

SOUL
II: O, I sink beneath the load
Of my nature’s evil!
Full of enmity to God
Captivated by the devil!

Restless as the troubled seas,
Feeble, faint, and fearful;
Plagues with every sore disease,
How can I be cheerful?

BELIEVER
III: Think on what thy Saviour bore
In the gloomy garden.
Sweating blood at every pore,
To procure thy pardon!

See Him stretched upon the wood,
Bleeding, grieving, crying,
Suffering all the wrath of God
Groaning, gasping, dying!

SOUL
IV: This by faith I sometimes view,
And those views relieve me;
But my sins return anew;
These are they that grieve me.

O, I’m leprous, stinking, foul,
Quite throughout infected;
Have not I, if any soul,
Cause to be dejected?

BELIEVER
V: Think how loud thy dying Lord
Cried out, “It is finished!”
Treasure up that sacred Word,
Whole and undiminished;

Doubt not He will carry on,
To its full perfection,
That good work He has begun;
Why, then, this dejection?

SOUL
VI: Faith when void of works is dead;
This the Scriptures witness;
And what works have I to plead,
Who am all unfitness?

All my powers are depraved,.
Blind, perverse, and filthy;
If from death I’m fully saved,
Why am I not healthy?

BELIEVER
VII: Pore not on thyself too long
Lest it sing thee lower;
Look to Jesus, kind and strong
Mercy joined in Power

Every work that thou must do
Will thy gracious Saviour
For thee work, and in thee too,
Of His special favour

SOUL
VIII: Jesus’ precious blood, once spilt
I depend on solely
To release and clear my guilt
But I would be holy

BELIEVER: He that bought thee on the cross
Can control thy nature
Fully purge away thy dross
Make thee a new creature

SOUL
IX: That He can I nothing doubt
Be it but His pleasure

BELIEVER: Though it be not done throughout
May it not in measure?

SOUL: When that measure, far from great,
Still shall seem decreasing?

BELIEVER: Faint not then, but pray and wait,
Never Never ceasing

SOUL
X: What when prayer meets no regard?

BELIEVER: Still repeat it often

SOUL: But I feel myself so hard

BELIEVER: Jesus will thee soften

SOUL: But my enemies make head

BELIEVER: Let them closer drive thee

SOUL: But I’m cold, I’m dark, I’m dead

BELIEVER: JESUS will revive thee.

-Hymn 780 by Joseph Hart

For certainly the government of the whole world is a greater miracle that the satisfying of five thousand men with five loaves; and yet no man wonders at the former; but the latter men wonder at, not because it is greater, but because it is rare. For who even now feeds the whole world, but He who creates the cornfield from a few grains?

-Augustine (John 6.1-15)