Should the new dawn break­ing a bur­den bring,
That your soul deems hard to bear,
Seek a boon of grace for a lit­tle space;
There is al­ways time for pray­er.

Refrain

There is al­ways time in the morn­ing’s prime,
And the gold­en noon­tide fair;
There is al­ways time ’neath the ev­en chime,
There is al­ways time for pray­er.

With a lift of heart let the day be­gin,
And a mo­ment res­pite spare,
Ere you press along with the toil­ing throng;
There is al­ways time for pray­er.

Refrain

When your weary feet fal­ter on the path,
Tho’ to pause you do not dare,
Would you find the stress of the noon grow less?
There is al­ways time for pray­er.

Refrain

When the late night dies with the sett­ing sun,
Would you taste a balm for care?
With a lift of heart let the day de­part;
There is al­ways time for pray­er.

Refrain