Poem March 7, 1903 ISSUE

The Power of Prayer

Lord, what a change within us one short hourSpent in thy presence will prevail to make,What heavy burdens from our bosom take,What parched grounds refresh, as with a shower!We kneel, and all around us seems to lower;We rise, and all, the distant and the near,Stands forth in sunny outline, brave and clear;We kneel how weak, we rise how full of power!

Why, therefore, should we do ourselves this wrongOr others that we are not always strong,That we are ever overborne with care,That we should ever weak or heartless be,Anxious or troubled, when with us is prayer,And joy, and strength, and courage are with thee?

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