O pray­ing one, who long has prayed,
And yet no an­swer heard,
Have ye been some­times half afraid
God might not keep His word?
Seems pray­er to fall on deaf­ened ears?
Does Heav’n seem blind and dumb?
Is hope de­ferred? Be­lieve—be­lieve—
The an­swer time will come!

Ask what ye will—His word is true,
His pow­er is all di­vine;
Ye can­not test His love too far;
His ut­most shall be thine.
God does not mock be­liev­ing pray­er;
Ye shall not go un­fed!
He gives no ser­pent for a fish,
Nor gives He stones for bread.

Thy in­most long­ings may be told;
The hopes that turned to shame,
The emp­ty life, the thwart­ed plans;
The good that ne­ver came.
Say not, The pro­mise is not mine,
God did not hear me pray;
I prayed—I trust­ed ful­ly—but
The grave hath bar­red the way.

God heard Thee—He hath not for­got,
Faith shall at length pre­vail!
Yea—know it! Not one small­est jot
Of all His word can fail.
For if ye tru­ly have be­liev­ed,
Not vain hath been thy pray­er!
As God is true, thy hope shall come—
Sometime, some way, some­where.