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.”

’Tis the Blessed Hour of Prayer

’Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when our hearts lowly bend,
And we gather to Jesus, our Savior and friend;
If we come to Him in faith, His protection to share,
What a balm for the weary, oh, how sweet to be there!

’Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when the Savior draws near,
With a tender compassion His children to hear;
When He tells us we may cast at His feet every care,
What a balm for the weary, oh, how sweet to be there!

’Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when the tempted and tried
To the Savior who loves them their sorrow confide;
With a sympathizing heart He removes every care;
What a balm for the weary, oh, how sweet to be there!

At the blessed hour of prayer, trusting Him, we believe
That the blessing we’re needing we’ll surely receive;
In the fullness of the trust we shall lose every care;
What a balm for the weary, oh, how sweet to be there!

Refrain:

Blessed hour of prayer, blessed hour of prayer,
What a balm for the weary, oh, how sweet to be there!

To Know That He Knows

If my best efforts fail, though my friends may reprove,
When I sigh for their solace and prayers,
It will work for my good, if my Savior I love—
He assures me He knows and He cares.

To the Name of Our Salvation

’Tis the Name that whoso preaches
Speaks like music to the ear;
Who in prayer this Name beseeches
Finds sweet comfort ever near;
Who its perfect wisdom reaches,
Heav’nly joy possesses here.

Tread Softly

Be silent, be silent,
Breathe humbly our prayer,
A foretaste of Eden
This moment we share.

Trusting in Jesus, My Savior and Friend

Trusting in Jesus, however you feel,
Trusting in Jesus if prayerless you kneel;
If all the heavens as brass should appear,
Only keep trusting and Jesus is near.

Unanswered Yet

Unanswered yet? The prayer your lips have pleaded
In agony of heart these many years?
Does faith begin to fail, is hope departing,
And think you all in vain those falling tears?
Say not the Father hath not heard your prayer;
You shall have your desire, sometime, somewhere.

Unanswered yet? But you are not unheeded;
The promises of God forever stand;
To Him our days and years alike are equal;
“Have faith in God”; it is your Lord’s command.
Hold on to Jacob’s angel and your prayer
Shall bring a blessing down sometime, somewhere.

Unanswered yet? Nay, do not say ungranted;
Perhaps your part is not yet wholly done;
The work began when first your prayer was uttered,
And God will finish what He has begun.
If you will keep the incense burning there,
His glory you shall see, sometime, somewhere.

Unanswered yet? Faith cannot be unanswered;
Her feet were firmly planted on the Rock;
Amid the wildest storm prayer stands undaunted,
Nor quails before the loudest thunder shock.
She knows Omnipotence has heard her prayer,
And cries, “It shall be done,” sometime, somewhere.

Victory All the Way Along

By the Word indwelling, “watching unto prayer,”
Victory, victory, all the way along;
Resting, while we serve Him, in His keeping care,
Victory all along through Jesus.