"For if she thus, with pleadings loud,
Besets my door each day,
Her coming soon will weary me,
I'll send her then away.

"I will at once grant her request,
And judge her enemy,
And then she will depart in peace,
And no more trouble me."

Now hear what the unjust judge saith;
And will not God regard
His children when to Him they cry,
Depending on His word?

He will regard their humble prayer
Their simplest, feeblest sigh,
And stooping down, will bless them from
His gracious Throne on high.




IX.

THE PHARISEE AND THE PUBLICAN.


Now some the Saviour spake to there,