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?