Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
Utter'd or unexpressed;
The motion of a hidden fire,
That trembles in the breast.
Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear;
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.
Prayer is the simplest form of speech.
That infant lips can try;
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach.
The Majesty on high.
Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
The Christian's native air;
His watchword at the gates of death,
He enters Heaven with prayer.
Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice.
Returning from his ways;
While angels in their songs rejoice.
And cry, "Behold he prays."
In prayer on earth, the saints are one—
In word, in deed, in mind;
When with the Father and the Son
Sweet fellowship they find.
Nor prayer is made on earth alone,
The Holy Spirit pleads;
And Jesus on the eternal throne,
For sinners interceds.
O! Thou, by whom we come to God,
The life, the truth, the way,
The path of prayer thyself hast trod—
Lord, teach us how to pray!