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.

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!