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?
Prayer makes the darkest clouds withdraw,
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw.
The whole hymn is (or once was) so thoroughly learned by heart as to be fixed in the church among its household words. Preachers to the diffident do not forget to quote—
Have you no words? ah, think again;
Words flow apace when you complain.
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