Lord, what a change within us one short hour Spent in
Thy presence can suffice to make;
What heavy burdens from our bosoms take;
What parched grounds refreshed as with a shower !
We kneel, and all around us seems to lower;
We rise, and all, the distant and the near,
Stands forth in sunny outline brave and clear.
We kneel, how weak ! we rise, how full of power !
Why, therefore, should we do ourselves this
wrong,
Or others, that we are not always strong,
That we are ever overborne with care,
That we should ever weak or heartless be,
Anxious or troubled, when with us is prayer,
And joy and strength and courage are with
Thee ?