A PRAYER
To my Friend
EUGENIE RICHET
Portland, Ore.
IN silent prayer on bended knee,
I lift my soul, Oh, God, to Thee;
Thou see'st my heart; know'st my despair.
To thee I do confide all care;
On bended knee, Oh, God, I pray
To rightly guide me on my way.
I lift my soul, Oh, God, to Thee;
Thou see'st my heart; know'st my despair.
To thee I do confide all care;
On bended knee, Oh, God, I pray
To rightly guide me on my way.
In silent prayer, on bended knee,
I bow, Oh, God, most high, to Thee;
Oh, cleanse my soul, make pure my heart,
And give me strength to bear Life's part;
In woe or weal, on bended knee,
Oh, let me never doubt in Thee.
I bow, Oh, God, most high, to Thee;
Oh, cleanse my soul, make pure my heart,
And give me strength to bear Life's part;
In woe or weal, on bended knee,
Oh, let me never doubt in Thee.
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