
The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.
Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.
Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,
Returning from his ways;
While angels in their songs rejoice
And cry, "Behold, he prays!"
O Thou, by whom we come to God,
This life, the truth, the way.
The path of prayer Thyself has trod:
Lord, teach us how to pray!
~James Montgomery 1771-1854
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