Poems (Rice)/Morning Prayer at St. Mark's Chapel
MORNING PRAYER AT ST. MARK'S CHAPEL.
WE kneeled within our chapel there, Our chapel, just across the way; A stillness seemed to charm the air, While our ambassador of prayer Kneeled for the sick to pray; Then borne upon the spirit's wings, Sweet inspiration drew.
Imagination pictured so Distinct a sketch, that some did weep; For whom they prayed they did not know, Yet tears of sympathy would flow From fountains pure and deep. Alas! some household was in grief, And some lone chamber dark with pain; We plead of Him to grant relief, The sufferer to restore again.
How beautiful the Saviour's love Has linked in one communion here Each child of His, where'er they rove; United by that cross above, We all to Him are dear; Then when we kneel to pray for those Who are unknown within our fold, Our sympathy expands and grows, Our love is kept from growing cold.