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Exhortation to prayer.

What various hindrances we meet

In coming to a 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 every 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.

While Moses stood with arms spread wide,

Success was found on Israel's side; Ex 17:11

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