Oh! to Be Like Thee

Oh! to be like Thee, blessed Redeemer,
This is my constant longing and prayer;
Gladly I’ll forfeit all of earth’s treasures,
Jesus, Thy perfect likeness to wear.

Old-Time Power

Bring us low in prayer before Thee,
And with faith our souls inspire,
Till we claim, by faith, the promise
Of the Holy Ghost and fire.

On Heavenly Heights

On heav’nly heights an Angel stands;
He takes our prayer in heav’nly hands,
And with celestial incense rare,
He mingles every heart-felt prayer
Of those who trust His precious blood
To reconcile their souls to God.

Open Now Thy Gates of Beauty

Open now thy gates of beauty,
Zion, let me enter there,
Where my soul in joyful duty
Waits for Him who answers prayer.
Oh, how blessed is this place,
Filled with solace, light and grace!

Opening Song

May our prayers ascend as an incense sweet,
And our praise accepted be,
As in gratitude all our hearts o’erflow
In a tribute unto Thee.

Others

Lord, help me live from day to day
In such a self-forgetful way
That even when I kneel to pray
My prayer shall be for others.

Pray till the Answer Comes

Come believing, He will listen,
Although thy prayer may seem denied;
Then ask again, as did the woman
Who for her daughter to Him cried.
Undaunted, when at first the Savior
Regarded not her artless plea,
She sought Him long till He requited
Her faith and importunity.

Prayer Is the Soul’s Sincere Desire

Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire,
Unuttered or expressed;
The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.

Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear,
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.

Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.

Prayer is the Christian’s vital breath,
The Christian’s native air,
His watchword at the gates of death—
He enters Heav’n with prayer.

Prayer is the contrite sinner’s voice,
Returning from his ways,
While angels in their songs rejoice
And cry, “Behold, he prays!”

O Thou by whom we come to God,
The Life, the Truth, the Way,
The path of prayer Thyself hast trod—
Lord, teach us how to pray!

Secret Prayer

There is an hour of calm relief
From every throbbing care;
’Tis when, before a throne of grace,
I kneel in secret prayer.

I hear seraphic tones that float
Amid celestial air,
And bathe my soul in streams of joy,
Alone in secret prayer.

Oh, when the hour of death shall come,
How sweet from thence to rise,
With prayer on earth my latest breath,
My watchword to the skies.

Shepherd Divine, Our Wants Relieve

Long as our fiery trials last,
Long as the cross we bear,
Oh, let our souls on Thee be cast
In never-ceasing prayer.

Then let me on the mountaintop
Behold Thine open face,
Where faith in sight is swallowed up,
And prayer in endless praise.