p. 86 | PRAYER, SWEET PRAYER

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Mar 11, 1875

PRAYER, SWEET PRAYER.

AIR—“SWEET HOME.”

Who has not heard many a time the song, “Home, sweet Home,” and thought it full of music, poetry, and truth? The following beautiful stanzas by Miss Ann Lutton, of Moira, Ireland, adapted to that simple and touching air, cannot fail to interest the reader.

When torn is the bosom by sorrow or care, Be it ever so simple, there’s nothing like prayer; It eases, soothes, softens, subdues, yet restrains, Gives vigor to hope, and puts passion in chains. Prayer, prayer, oh! sweet prayer, Be it ever so simple, there’s nothing like prayer.

When far from the friends we hold dearest we part, What fond recollections still cling to the heart. Past converse, past scenes, past enjoyments are there, Oh! how hurtfully pleasing, till hallowed by prayer. Prayer, prayer, oh! sweet prayer, Be it ever so simple, there’s nothing like prayer.

When pleasure would woo us from piety’s arms, The siren sings sweetly, or silently charms, We listen, love, loiter, are caught in the snare, On looking to Jesus we conquer by prayer, Prayer, prayer, oh! sweet prayer, Be it ever so simple, there’s nothing like prayer.

While strangers to prayer, we are strangers to bliss, Heaven pours its full streams through no medium but this, And till we the seraph’s full ecstasy share, Our chalice of joy must be guarded by prayer. Prayer, prayer, oh! sweet prayer, Be it ever so simple, there’s nothing like prayer.