This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to His will, he hears us.@1 John 5:14
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Asa B. Everett (1828-1875)

Charles Wesley, Hymns and Sacred Poems 1742.

Richmond (Everett) Asa B. Everett (1828-1875) (🔊 pdf nwc).

On October 9, 1852, Thomas Robinson Allan, who afterwards founded the Allan Library, found his way to the Wesleyan Chapel in Windsor Street, Brighton, where the Rev. Peter Cooper preached from the prayer of Jabez (I Chron. iv. 10), and read the first verse of this hymn. ‘Was I lead to this place to-night to receive an answer to a petition which had long been matter of prayer, and which I particularly and earnestly pleaded this morning? I believe it was so; though it was accompanied by a kind, upbraiding look from my adorable Master, when the preacher said, Perhaps you engaged in the business without consulting God at all. Though the matter was not in my thoughts on entering the place, yet it came strongly into my mind at the conclusion of the service, that the Lord had graciously condescended to give me a token that He had heard my prayer. And whether the answer takes effect in this way or that, I leave to His wisdom and His love.’

Telford, p. 304

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Charles Wesley (1707-1788)

Jesus, my strength, my hope,
On Thee I cast my care,
With humble confidence look up,
And know Thou hear’st my prayer.
Give me on Thee to wait
Till I can all things do;
On Thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.

I want a sober mind,
A self-renouncing will,
That tramples down and casts behind
The baits of pleasing ill;
A soul inured to pain,
To hardship, grief, and loss,
Bold to take up, firm to sustain
The consecrated cross.

I want a godly fear,
A quick discerning eye
That looks to Thee when sin is near
And sees the tempter fly;
A spirit still prepared
And armed with jealous care,
Forever standing on its guard
And watching unto prayer.

I want a heart to pray,
To pray and never cease,
Never to murmur at Thy stay,
Or wish my sufferings less.
This blessing, above all,
Always to pray, I want,
Out of the deep on Thee to call,
And never, never faint.

I want a true regard,
A single, steady aim,
Unmoved by threat’ning or reward
To Thee and Thy great name.
A jealous, just concern
For Thine immortal praise;
A pure desire that all may learn
And glorify Thy grace.

I rest upon Thy Word;
The promise is for me;
My comfort and salvation, Lord,
Shall surely come from Thee.
But let me still abide,
Nor from my hope remove,
Till Thou my patient spirit guide
Into Thy perfect love.

I want with all my heart
Thy pleasure to fulfill,
To know myself, and what Thou art,
And what Thy perfect will.
I want I know not what,
I want my wants to see,
I want—alas! what want I not,
When Thou art not in me?