English Hymn 99
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!
Pray’r makes the darken’d clouds withdraw,
Pray’r climbs the ladder Jacob saw,
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.
Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
Pray’r makes the Christian’s armour bright;
And Satan tremble when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.