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THE SAVIOUR'S PRAYER

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Publishing Committee · Rochester, N. Y. · Oct 17, 1854

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 6, No. 10.

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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." Mark i, 35.
All nature now in silence hush'd, For morn approaching waiting stood, No voice was heard save winds that rush'd, 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 bow'd to pray.
He prays—how sweet the accents are— Bright seraphs listen with surprise! His voice perfumes the midnight air; No strains like these before did rise.
He prays—all heaven astonish'd stands! Th' effulgent orbs with wonder nod; Amazement fills these unknown lands, While prostrate bows the Son of God.
He prays—all o'or 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 he led, With zeal that mark'd the Lamb of God.