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 cloud withdraw,
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw,
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings ev’ry blessing from above.
Restraining prayer we cease to fight;
Prayer makes the Christian’s armor bright;
And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
When Moses stood with arms spread wide,
Vict’ry was found on Israel’s side;
But when through weariness they failed,
That moment Amalek prevailed.
Have you no words? ah, think again!
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow creature’s ear
With the sad tale of all your care.
Were half the breath thus vainly spent
To heav’n in supplication sent,
Your cheerful song would oft’ner be—
“Hear what the Lord has done for me.”
–William Cowper, Olney Hymns, p. 156