Thursday, June 02, 2005

Hymn on Prayer, James Montgomey, 1818

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
Uttered or unexpressed;
The motion of 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 for 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 a prayer.

Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,
Returning from his ways;
While angels in their songs rejoice,
And cry, 'Behold, he prays.'

O thou by whom we come to God,
The Life, the Truth, the Way,
The path of prayer teyself hast trod:
Lord, teach us how to pray. Amen.

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