With burdened hearts we bow,
With expectations we hope,
Our hope is built on nothing less,
With leaden tongues, we pray,
As we bend in prayer...
'Tis blessed hour of prayer when our hearts lowly bend,
As we gather to Jesus, our Saviour and friend,
When we come to Him, His protection to share,
He tells us we may cast at His feet every care,
As we gather in prayer...
Wide as the world in this command,
Vast as eternity, His love,
Firm as a rock, in the gap we stand,
With prayer, His heart we can move,
As we kneel in prayer...
With anxious thoughts for those we love,
How oft our hearts are filled,
But soon, it rolls all clouds away,
The troubled waves are stilled,
As we cling to Him in prayer,
Hushed is every doubt, Gone is every fear,
Forbidden is every cry, Wiped is every tear,
Faith to the conscience whispers peace,
And bids the mourner's sighing cease,
And Satan trembles when he sees us,
The weakest saint upon His knees.
©️ IB UbonAbasi