Our Lord, Who Knows Full Well

Our Lord

who knows full well

The heart of ev­ery saint;

Invites us

by a pa­ra­ble

To pray and nev­er faint.

He bows His gra­cious ear

We nev­er plead in vain;

Yet we must wait

till He ap­pear

And pray

and pray again.

Though un­be­lief sug­gest

Why should we long­er wait?

He bids us nev­er give Him rest

But be im­por­tu­nate.

’Twas thus a wi­dow poor

Without sup­port or friend

Beset the un­just judge’s door

And gained

at last

her end.

For her he lit­tle cared

As lit­tle for the laws;

Nor God

nor man

did he re­gard

Yet he es­poused her cause.

She urged him day and night

Would no de­ni­al take;

At length he said

I’ll do her right

For my own qui­et sake.

And shall not Je­sus hear

His chos­en

when they cry?

Yes

though He may awhile for­bear

He’ll help them from on high.

His na­ture

truth and love

Engage Him on their side;

When they are grieved

His bow­els move

And can they be de­nied?

Then let us ear­nest be

And nev­er faint in pray­er;

He loves our im­por­tu­ni­ty

And makes our cause His care.