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 darkened cloud withdraw, Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw; Gives exercise to faith and love, Brings every blessing from above. Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer makes the Christian’s armor bright; And Satan trembles, when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees. While Moses stood with arms spread wide, Success was found on Israel’s side; But when through weariness they failed, That moment Amalek prevailed. Have you no words? Ah, think again, Words flow apace when you complain; And fill your fellow creature’s ear With the sad tale of all your care. Were half the breath thus vainly spent, To Heav’n in supplication sent; Your cheerful song would oft’ner be, “Hear what the Lord has done for me.” |