PRAYER

J. C. Evershed

Pray without ceasing, pray,

God’s throne’s a throne of grace;

His power exceeds the direst needs

Of those who seek His face.

 

In everything give thanks,

E’en when the heavens seem brass.

The Father’s love is e’er above

Whatever comes to pass.

 

If one should suffer ill—

His sickness find no balm—

Then let him pray and in this way

His prayer begets a psalm.

 

But persevere in prayer;

This is our subject part;

Though our request may have to rest

Till God has searched the heart.

 

In Spirit we must pray,

But ne’er repeat in vain.

The Saviour’s name God’s ear must claim

And thus our cause maintain.

 

Then prayer will turn to praise,

And praise to worship lead.

God glorified, hearts satisfied

For we can meet His need.