Yet who that knows the worth of pray'r,
But wishes to be often there?
Pray'r climbs the ladder Jacob saw;
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings ev'ry blessing from above.
Pray'r makes the Christian's armour bright;
And Satan trembles, when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
Success was found on Israel's side;
But when thro' weariness they fail'd,
That moment Amalek prevail'd.
Words flow apace when you complain;
And fill your fellow-creature's ear
With the sad tale of all your care.
To heav'n in supplication sent;
Your cheerful song would oft'ner be,
"Hear what the LORD has done for me!"