Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,

Utter'd or unexpress'd,

The motion of a hidden fire

That trembles in the breast.

Prayer is the burthen of a sigh,

The falling of a tear;

The upward glancing of an eye,

When none but God is near.

It 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 gates of death;

He enters heaven with prayer.

The saints in prayer appear as one

In word, and deed, and mind,

While with the Father and the Son

Sweet fellowship they find.

Nor prayer is made by man alone,

The Holy Spirit pleads,

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.