Poetry Saturday—The Hour Of Prayer

Richard TrenchLord, 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
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