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PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire,

Uttered or unexpressed ; The motion of a hidden fire,

That trembles in the breast.

Prayer is the burden of a sigh,

The falling of a tear ;
The upward glancing of an eye,

When none but God is near.

Prayer is the simplest form of speech

That infant lips can try; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach,

The Majesty on high.

Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,

The Christian's native air ; His watch-word at the gates of death ;

He enters heaven with prayer.

Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,

Returning from his ways;
While angels in their songs rejoice,

And cry, “ Behold he prays !”

The saints in prayer appear as one,

In word, in deed, and mind, While with the Father, and the Son,

Sweet fellowship they find.

Nor prayer is made on earth alone ;

The Holy Spirit pleads,
And Jesus, on the eternal throne,

For mourners intercedes.

O Thou, by whom we come to God,

The life, the truth, the way! The path of prayer thyself hast trod :

Lord, teach us how to pray !


O God unseen, but not unknown,

Thine eye is ever fixed on me; I dwell beneath thy secret throne,

Encompassed by thy Deity.

Throughout this universe of space

To nothing am I long allied,
For flight of time, and change of place,

My strongest, dearest bonds divide.

Parents I had, but where are they?

Friends whom I knew, I know no more ; Companions once that cheered my way,

Have dropt behind or gone before.

Now I am one amidst the crowd

Of life and action hurrying round; Now left alone-for like a cloud

They came, they went, and are not found. Even from myself sometimes I part,

Unconscious sleep is nightly death ; Yet surely by my bed thou art,

To prompt my pulse, inspire my breath.

Of all that I have done or said

How little can I now recal! Forgotten things to me are dead;

With Thee they live, Thou know'st them all.

Thou hast been with me from the womb,

Witness to every conflict here; Nor wilt Thou leave me at the tomb,

Before Thy bar I must appear.

The moment comes, when strength must fail,

When health, and hope, and comfort flown, I must go down into the vale

And shade of death, with Thee alone.

Alone with Thee ;-in that dread strife,

Uphold me through mine agony, And gently be this dying life

Exchanged for immortality.

Then, when the unbodied spirit lands

Where flesh and blood have never trod, And in the unveiled presence stands

Of Thee, my Saviour, and my God ;

Be mine eternal portion this,

Since Thou wert always here with me, That I may view Thy face in bliss,

And be for evermore with Thee.

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