Prayer, Sweet Prayer

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 6, 1864

Prayer, Sweet Prayer.

WHEN torn is the bosom by sorrow and care, Be it ever so simple, there is 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 enjoyment 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're 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.