Scripture Verse

The smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel’s hand. Revelation 8:4


Words: Hen­ry H. Tweedy, 1925.

Music: Go­shen (Gaw­ler) from Hymns and Psalms, by Will­iam Gaw­ler, 1789 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Gaw­ler (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Henry H. Tweedy (1868–1953)


O gracious Fa­ther of mankind,
Our spirits’ unseen friend,
High Hea­ven’s Lord, our hearts’ dear guest,
To Thee our prayers as­cend.
Thou dost not wait till human speech
Thy gifts divine implore;
Our dreams, our aims, our work, our lives
Are prayers Thou lovest more.

Thou hearest these, the good and ill,
Deep buried in each breast;
The secret thought, the hidden plan,
Wrought out or unexpressed.
O cleanse our prayers from human dross,
Attune our lives to Thee,
Until we labor for those gifts
We ask on bended knee.

Our best is but Thy­self in us,
Our highest thoughts Thy will;
To hear Thy voice we need but love,
To listen, and be still.
We would not bend Thy will to ours,
But blend our wills to Thine;
Not beat with cries on Hea­ven’s doors,
But live Thy life divine.

Thou seekest us in love and truth
More than our minds seek Thee;
Through open gates Thy power flows in
Like flood tides from the sea.
No more we seek Thee from afar,
Nor ask Thee for a sign,
Content to pray in life and love
And toil, till all are Thine.