Lord, what a change within us one short
hour
Spent in Thy presence will prevail to make;
What heavy burdens from our bosoms take,
What parchèd fields refresh 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 should we ever weak or heartless be,
Why are we ever overborne with care,
Anxious or troubled, when with us is
prayer,
And joy, and strength, and courage are with
Thee?
