The Golden Key

Prayer is the key on the bending knee
To open the morn’s first hours;
See the incense rise to the starry skies,
Like perfume from the flow’rs.

The Great Judgment Morning

Refrain:

And, oh, what a weeping and wailing,
As the lost were told of their fate;
They cried for the rocks and the mountains,
They prayed, but their prayer was too late.

The Royal Telephone

If your line is “grounded,” and connection true
Has been lost with Jesus, tell you what to do:
Prayer and faith and promise mend the broken wire,
Till your soul is burning with the Pentecostal fire.

The Wise Man and the Foolish Man

So build your life on the Lord Jesus Christ,
So build your life on the Lord Jesus Christ,
So build your life on the Lord Jesus Christ,
And the blessings will come down.
The blessings come down as your prayers go up,
The blessings come down as your prayers go up,
The blessings come down as your prayers go up,
So build your life on the Lord.

The Worth of Prayer

What various hindrances we meet
In coming to the mercy seat!
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer
But wishes to be often there!

Prayer makes the darkened clouds withdraw;
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw;
Gives exercise to faith and love;
Brings every blessing from above.

When we pray not, we cease to fight:
Prayer makes the Christian’s armor bright,
And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.

Refrain:

The worth of prayer, the worth of prayer,
Teach us, O Lord, the worth of prayer.

There Is Life for a Look

It is not thy tears of repentance or prayers,
But the blood, that atones for the soul;
On Him, then, who shed it, thou mayest at once
Thy weight of iniquities roll.

There’s a Song in the Air

There’s a song in the air! There’s a star in the sky!
There’s a mother’s deep prayer and a Baby’s low cry!
And the star rains its fire while the beautiful sing,
For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a King!

Thinking, Lord, of Thee

I see Thee in the lonely mount
In silent prayer for me;
Thy tears all night a flowing fount,
I’m thinking, Lord, of Thee.

Thy Will Be Done (Brooks)

The eventide falls gently now,
By Kedron’s side, o’er Olive’s brow,
And through the gloom methinks I see
A lonely form in prayer for me.
The gentle tone through stately trees,
Is borne upon the murm’ring breeze,
He bowed His head—God’s only Son—
And meekly said, “Thy will be done.”

In fervent prayer for you and me
He wrestled there in agony;
With drops of sweat, of crimson hue,
His brow was wet, as with the dew.
In tears He knelt, with troubled soul,
While there He felt death’s sorrows roll;
Our sins He bore—the Holy One—
And said once more, “Thy will be done.”

Gethsemane! O sacred place!
Once more I see my Savior’s face;
It shines anew with glory now,
And angels smooth His pallid brow.
Oh, let me e’er this scene behold!
Oh, let me hear the story told
Of Him who there the vict’ry won,
Who said in prayer, “Thy will be done!”

Thy Will Be Done (Elliott)

Though dark my path and sad my lot,
Let me be still and murmur not,
Or breathe the prayer divinely taught,
“Thy will be done.”