Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
Uttered or unexpressed;
The motion of a hidden fire,
That trembles in the breast.
Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear;
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.
Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.
Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,
Returning from his ways;
While angels in their songs rejoice,
And cry, "Behold! He prays!"
Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
The Christian's native air;
His watchword at the gate of death--
He enters heaven with prayer.
The saints in prayer appear as one
In word and deed and mind;
Where with the Father and the Son
Sweet fellowship they find.
Nor prayer is made by man alone:
The Holy Spirit pleads;
And Jesus, on the eternal Throne,
For sinners intercedes.
O Thou by whom we come to God--
The Life, The Truth, the Way!
The path of prayer Thyself hast trod;
Lord, teach us how to pray!
--James Montgomery, 1771-1854
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