1 What various hind'rances we meet
In coming to the mercy-seat!
Yet who that knows the worth of pray'r,
But wishes to be often there!
2 Pray'r makes the darken'd clouds withdraw;
Pray'r climbs the ladder Jacob saw--
Gives exercise to faith and love--
Brings ev'ry blessing from above.
3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
Pray'r makes the christian's armour 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 our breath thus vainly spent,
To heaven in supplications sent--
Your cheerful songs should oftener be,
"Hear what the Lord has done for me!"
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First Line: | What various hind'rances we meet |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Exhortation to Prayer; The Means of Grace: Prayer—Private |
Notes: | Public Domain. |