There’s the mountain of prayer, I am going up yonder,
And tarry you here till I seek you again.
To-day on that mount we would seek for Thy blessing,
O Spirit of Holiness meet with us there!
Our hearts then will feel, Thine high influence possessing,
The sweetness of praise, and the favour of prayer.
James Edmeston.
’Tis past! no more the Summer blooms!
Ascending in the rear,
Behold, congenial Autumn comes,