Prayer Is the Soul’s Sincere Desire James Montgomery, 1818 copyright status is Public Domain Subject: Prayer Scripture: Psalm 145:18; Luke 11:9; Hebrews 4:16 Byefield [.xml] Thomas Hastings, 1840 copyright status is Public Domain Key: F Meter: 8.6.8.6 Learn about music formats... view sheet music [.pdf] [.sib] stop midi [.mid] Campmeeting (2) [.xml] Anonymous/Unknown, pub.1868 har. by Robert G. McCutchan, 1835 copyright status is Public Domain Key: F Meter: 8.6.8.6 Learn about music formats... view sheet music [.pdf] [.sib] play midi [.mid] This song in other languages: .pdf Deutsch (German)	Now playing MIDI. It may take a few seconds to begin. Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire, Unuttered or expressed; 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 Christian’s vital breath, The Christian’s native air, His watchword at the gates of death— He enters Heav’n with prayer. Prayer is the contrite sinner’s voice, Returning from his ways, While angels in their songs rejoice And cry, “Behold, he prays!” 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!

Prayer Is the Soul’s Sincere Desire

Subject: Prayer

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Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire,
Unuttered or expressed;
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 Christian’s vital breath,
The Christian’s native air,
His watchword at the gates of death—
He enters Heav’n with prayer.
Prayer is the contrite sinner’s voice,
Returning from his ways,
While angels in their songs rejoice
And cry, “Behold, he prays!”
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!