Poems (Coolidge)/Pray (Lord, I would unconscious pray)
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PRAY
Lord, I would unconscious pray, Keeping near thee day by day; Noise and tumult, sin and strife, Vexing things of common life, Through them all, O Saviour mine, I would trust the strength divine.
Lord, I would unswerving pray, While glad sunshine gilds my way, Or, when fiercest is the fight, And my day is changed to night; Victory still, O Saviour mine, I would win by strength divine.
Thou who knowst the inmost heart Best of blessings wilt impart; Lord, unfailing as thy care, Never ceasing be my prayer, 'Mid those joys beyond all ken Echoed be the last "Amen."