And Solomon, and Stephen, and John,
There was Simeon, and Anna, and I don’t know how many,
That pray’d as they journey’d along;
Some cast among lions, some bound with rough irons,
Yet glory and praises they sung.
Some tell us that praying, and also that praising
Is labor that’s all spent in vain;
But we have such a witness that God hears with swiftness,
From praying we will not refrain.
There was old father Noah, and ten thousand more,