Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Prayer

Prayer.

Go when the morning shineth, Go when the noon is bright,Go when the eve declineth, Go in the hush of night;Go with pure mind and feeling, Fling earthly thoughts away,And, in thy chamber kneeling, Do thou in secret pray.

Remember all who love thee, All who are loved by thee,Pray, too, for those who hate thee, If any such there be: Then for thyself, in meekness, A blessing humbly claim,And link with each petition Thy great Redeemer's name.

Or if 'tis e'er denied thee In solitude to pray,Should holy thoughts come o'er thee When friends are round thy way;E'en then the silent breathing, The spirit raised above,W ill reach His throne of glory Who's mercy, truth, and love.

Oh I not a joy nor blessing With this can we compare,The power that He hath given us To pour our souls in prayer!Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness, Before His footstool fall;Remember in thy gladness His love who gave thee all.