Poems (Bell)/A Prayer

by Clara L. Bell

For works with similar titles, see A Prayer.

A PRAYER.

I am alone,
And yet, I know
That God is nigh;
O! send Thy blessing
Down, Most Holy,
From on High!
When troubles come.
We say of prayer:
"Of what avail?"
Yet Thou art near
When woes assail.
Oh, teach the way O Lord!
This stubborn heart subdue.
Show me Thy grace, O Lord!
Teach me anew;
I grope so blindly, Lord,
Vet long for Thee,
So often hear Thee say:
"Come unto Me!"