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 parched grounds 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, 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, while with us is prayer,
And joy, and strength, and courage, are with Thee? —Richard Trench
Craig T. Owens 