The Time to Pray by M. Wells

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 23, 1864

The Time to Pray.

By M. Wells

WHEN the first gray streaks of morning, Lighten up the eastern sky, And the lark with gentle warblings, Praises God who reigns on high— Then I'll hie me to my closet, There I'll pray for strength to bear, All the duties of the day-time, With its weary weight of care.

When the sun with noon-tide glory, Streams o'er hamlet, hill, and plain, And the earth all dry and burning, Pleads for cool, refreshing rain— I will speed me to my closet, And I'll drink a purer draught, From the wells of Thy salvation, Than the world has ever quaffed.

When the calm and holy evening, Steals from out the curtained west, And earth's worn and wearied pilgrims, Each have sought their couch to rest— I will kneel in humble posture, And I'll thank my Father there, For His blessings resting on me, And for hearing earnest prayer.

Thus I'll strive throughout life's journey, Through the morn, the noon, the night, Faithfully to do each duty, And to battle for the right. Then when Jesus comes in glory, With the bright angelic band, To redeem his scattered people, I shall hope with them to stand. M. WELLS. Clarendon, Mich.