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.