We Three Kings of Orient Are

Frankincense to offer have I;
Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Prayer and praising, voices raising,
Worshiping God on high.

What a Friend We Have in Jesus

What a friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
Oh, what peace we often forfeit,
Oh, what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer!

Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged—
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful,
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness;
Take it to the Lord in prayer.

Are we weak and heavy-laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge—
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer!
In His arms He’ll take and shield thee,
Thou wilt find a solace there.

Blessed Savior, Thou hast promised
Thou wilt all our burdens bear;
May we ever, Lord, be bringing
All to Thee in earnest prayer.
Soon in glory bright, unclouded,
There will be no need for prayer—
Rapture, praise, and endless worship
Will be our sweet portion there.

When Jesus Answers My Prayer

Though the night has been long and my trials severe,
And heavy my burdens of care;
As the mists of the morning they all disappear
When Jesus answers my prayer.

Then my faith that is tried by the anguish and pain
Of afflictions so heavy to bear
Is rewarded at last by a wonderful gain
When Jesus answers my prayer.

Ever forward I press with my courage renewed
And a faith that no foe can impair;
With self and a world of allurement subdued,
When Jesus answers my prayer.

Oh, the vict’ry is won, and the glory divine,
More precious than jewels most rare,
Brings a lingering glow o’er this spirit of mine
When Jesus answers my prayer.

Refrain:

When Jesus answers my prayer,
When Jesus answers my prayer;
Oh, the rapture that thrills, the glory that fills,
When Jesus answers my prayer!

When Morning Gilds the Skies

When morning gilds the skies,
My heart awaking cries:
May Jesus Christ be praised!
Alike at work and prayer,
To Jesus I repair;
May Jesus Christ be praised!

Where Shall I Spend My Eternity?

Where shall I spend my eternity?
Where shall I spend my eternity?
Where there can never a prayer be heard,
A sermon, a song, or a holy word,
The voice of a seraph, a saint, a bird,
To all eternity, eternity?

Who Will Meet Me There?

As we meet in sweet devotion,
Blest in song and owned in prayer,
Comes the thought, in deep emotion,
“Who will meet me over there?”

Win One Every Day

Win one for Jesus every day,
Don’t miss the blessing sweet,
Which comes with leading precious souls
To our Redeemer’s feet;
Have faith in prayer to do and dare,
And never know defeat.

Without Spot and Blameless

While proud in heart, at bright midday,
Can find no time for prayer,
My thoughts shall soar from earth away,
To heaven, bright and fair:
Around the fam’ly altar knelt,
My heart with gratitude will melt,
Till blest assurance shall be felt,
“Without spot and blameless.”

And when the pleasant evening air
Is dusky with the night,
My soul shall turn to God in prayer,
In heaven’s golden light;
I’ll linger at the great white throne,
Until the thoughts of God are known,
And He shall claim me for His own,
“Without spot and blameless.”