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THE SAVIOUR'S PRAYER

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International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Oct 9, 1884

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 10, No. 38.

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THE SAVIOUR'S PRAYER.

“And in the morning, rising up a great while before day, he went out and departed into a solitary place, and there prayed.”
All nature now in silence hushed, For morn approaching waiting stood; No voice was heard save winds that rushed Amidst the foliage of the wood.
Earth never heard so sweet a sound, Or angels sung so soft a lay, As those that broke while on the ground Our Saviour gently bowed to pray.
He prays—how sweet the accents are— Bright seraphs listen with surprise! His voice perfumes the midnight air; No strains before like these did rise.
He prays—all Heaven astonished stands! Th' effulgent orbs with wonder nod; Amazement fills these unknown lands, While prostrate bows the Son of God.
He prays—all o'er the mighty deep Methinks the waters cease to roll; Yet thoughtless man is wrapped in sleep, While sins press heavy on his soul.
He prays—O may I ever tread The way our Saviour meekly trod, In every path of peace be led, With zeal that marked the Lamb of God.