Sweet Is The Prayer Whose Holy Stream
Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream
In earnest pleading flows;
Devotion dwells upon the theme,
And warm and warmer glows,
And warm and warmer glows.
Faith grasps the blessings she desires,
Hope points the upward gaze;
And love, untrembling love, inspires
The eloquence of praise,
The eloquence of praise.
But sweeter far the still small voice,
Heard by no human ear,
When God hath made the heart rejoice,
And dried the bitter tear,
And dried the bitter tear.
Nor accents flow, nor words ascend;
All utt’rance faileth there;
But God himself doth comprehend,
And hear th’unended prayer,
And hear th’unended prayer.