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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Aug 8, 1912

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 89, No. 32.

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Prayer and Praise

By F. Frederick Bliss

A Short Lyric for the Camp-Meeting Season

F. FREDERICK BLISS
COME, tented hosts, and bow the knee To Him who merits all thy praise; To him whose mercy gives thee life, Whose loving-kindness fills thy days.
Glad lift thy voice in songs of joy, Which willing winds may waft afar To weary pilgrims on life's way, Who faithless, hopeless, homeless are.
From humble souls let prayers ascend That reach our God's attentive ear; That bring the showers refreshing down, And move all hearts to loving fear.
O pray, and praise, and pray again Till heaven and tented grove are one,— Till glory wealth above the stars Has fixed itself beneath the sun.
Pray on till all thy heart is love, And angels people all thy world; Till from thy heart throne thou dost know That Satan is forever hurled.
The Word, the Word, its pages seek, Thy soul attent, by day, by night, Till Spirit-solved its mysteries are, And life's dark gloaming gleams with light.
Then homeward go thy gladsome way, And bear a life quite strength-renewed, And prove to all how good it is To have the soul fields heaven-bed-dewed.
Springfield, Mo.