Take the Name of Jesus with You

Take the Name of Jesus ever,
As a shield from every snare;
If temptations round you gather,
Breathe that holy Name in prayer.

Tarry, O My Spirit

Tarry, O my spirit,
Tarry with God!
Trusting in Christ’s merit,
Soon thy prayer is heard.
Be of good cheer,
Soon the morn is here,
And a new spring follows
On the winter drear.
When storms distress thee,
In every ill,
God will never fail thee,
My soul, be still.

Tarry, O my spirit,
Tarry with God!
Trusting in Christ’s merit,
Soon thy prayer is heard.
When all things break,
God will not forsake,
Greater than your Helper
Trials cannot be.
Thus we are trusting,
Savior, Thy Word;
Grant our soul’s salvation
Thou faithful Lord.

Tell Mother I’ll Be There

Refrain:

Tell mother I’ll be there, in answer to her prayer;
This message, blessed Savior, to her bear!
Tell mother I’ll be there, Heav’n’s joys with her to share;
Yes, tell my darling mother I’ll be there.

Thanks to God

Thanks for prayers that Thou hast answered,
Thanks for what Thou dost deny!
Thanks for storms that I have weathered,
Thanks for all Thou dost supply!
Thanks for pain, and thanks for pleasure,
Thanks for comfort in despair!
Thanks for grace that none can measure,
Thanks for love beyond compare!

The Backslider

Here’s a withered flow’r and faded,
Emblem of my lonely heart,
Once so full of love and duty,
Now lies crushed by human art;
Father, once my prayers were answered,
In the happy days of yore,
When in faith and love I sought Thee,
Wilt Thou never hear me more?

The Beautiful Garden of Prayer

There’s a garden where Jesus is waiting,
There’s a place that is wondrously fair;
For it glows with the light of His presence,
’Tis that beautiful garden of prayer.

There’s a garden where Jesus is waiting,
And I go with my burden and care
Just to learn from His lips words of comfort,
In the beautiful garden of prayer.

There’s a garden where Jesus is waiting,
And He bids you to come meet Him there;
Just to bow, and receive a new blessing,
In the beautiful garden of prayer.

Refrain:

Oh, the beautiful garden, the garden of prayer,
Oh, the beautiful garden of prayer;
There my Savior awaits, and He opens the gates
To the beautiful garden of prayer.

The Blessing of Prayer

I kneel in sweet submission while my prayer
Ascends on wings of faith to Father’s throne;
He listens while my hopeful spirit there
Its faltering petitions maketh known.

The Child’s Golden Key

Prayer is the key on a bending knee
To begin our morning hours;
It shows our love to our God above,
Like perfume from the flow’rs.

The Crucifixion Scene

Hark! we seem to hear Him utter
Prayer of love so warm and true,
Do “forgive them, O My Father,
For they know not what they do”;
Once again the Savior crying,
Nature’s pillars shake and give;
Lo! the Son of God is dying:
Guilty sinner, look and live.

The Day Thou Gavest, Lord, Is Ended

As o’er each continent and island
The dawn leads on another day,
The voice of prayer is never silent,
Nor dies the strain of praise away.