743    C.M.     John Berridge
Waiting for Help. Luke 16. 20, 21; Prov. 8. 34

1 My business lies at Jesus’ gate,
  Where many a Lazar comes;
  And here I sue, and here I wait
  For mercy’s falling crumbs.

2 My rags and wounds my wants proclaim,
  And help from him implore;
  The wounds do witness I am lame,
  The rags that I am poor.

3 The Lord, I hear, the hungry feeds,
  And cheereth souls distressed;
  He loves to bind up broken reeds,
  And heal a bleeding breast.

4 His name is Jesus, full of grace,
  Which draws me to his door;
  And will not Jesus show his face,
  And bring his gospel store?

5 Supplies of every grace I want,
  And if no grace the Lord will grant,
  I must lie down and die.