1 What various hindrances we meet
In coming to a mercy-seat!
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer,
But wishes to be often there!
2 Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw;
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw--
Gives exercise to faith and love--
Brings every blessing from above.
3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
Prayer makes the Christian’s armor bright;
And Satan trembles, when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
4 Have you no words? ah! think again:
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow-creature’s ear
With the sad tale of all your care.
5 Were half the breath thus vainly spent,
To heaven in supplication sent,
Your cheerful song would oftener be,
"Hear what the Lord has done for me!"
|First Line:||What various hindrances we meet|
|Topic:||Prayer: Prayer in General|