Surrounding my Lord The multitudes went;
Surrounding my Lord The multitudes went; A woman went too, For her heart was rent. Her daughter was ill For Satan had hold, And he held her far Away from the fold. The mother was grieved “Have mercy, O Lord! My daughter is held By such a strong cord.” But Jesus went on, Not heeding her cry; She heard he would heal But was it a lie? “Have mercy,” she cried, “The devil has got My own daughter dear.” But he heard her not. Then people besought “Oh send her away, She cries after us And wants her own way.” Then Jesus did say That he was not sent But to the lost sheep Of Israel’s tent. And then she came up And worshipped the Lord. “Have mercy on me, And break this strong cord. But he answered her And said, “It’s not meet To cast to the dogs What children should eat.” Then she said, “Truth Lord Yet dogs get a crumb That falls to the floor If they’ll only come. “Oh great is thy faith,” The Saviour did say, “Now be it to you E’en as you do pray.” Her daughter was healed In that very hour, For Jesus was there To break Satan’s pow’r. How many out there Are sin-sick and worn, With sorrows untold And hearts that are torn? Oh Jesus will hear If you’ll only cry; He loves you so much For you he did die. Oh come to him now With all of your woe. He will hear your cry And save you, I know!
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