William Cowper
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 clouds withdraw;
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw;
Gives exercise to faith and love;
Brings every blessing from above.
When we pray not, we cease to fight:
Prayer makes the Christian’s armor bright,
And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
Were half the breath that’s vainly spent,
To heaven in supplication sent,
Our cheerful song would oftener be,
“Here what the Lord has done for me.”