| By William Cowper
What various hindrances we meet
In coming to a mercy-seat! Yet who that knows the worth of pray'r, But wishes to be often there?
Pray'r makes the dark'ned cloud withdraw,
Pray'r climbs the ladder Jacob saw; Gives exercise to faith and love, Brings ev'ry blessing from above.
Restraining pray'r, we cease to fight;
Pray'r makes the Christian's armour 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 thro' weariness they fail'd, That moment Amalek prevail'd.
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!" |
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